Amphibians R Us
Mar. 5th, 2002 07:04 amI have a sore throat. This doesn't sound like a major thing, until you take into account my incredibly low tolerance for pain and general wussiness, and the severe soreness of said throat. This is a serious sore throat. I sound like an eighty-five-year-old woman with a pack-a-day habit, and Luden's cough drops, which have always been my best friend in times of crisis, do nothing. A few people, upon hearing my voice, have grinned idiotically and exclaimed, "Gosh, sounds like you've got a frog in your throat." No, really? And it's not a goddamn frog-- if there were just one frog, I would be happy! No, this is what happens when the Budweiser frogs invite their family and entire social circle to a wild party in my tonsils, one to which they did not even have the courtesy to invite me. And I'd tell the annoying idiots this, but I can't get my voice above a whisper.
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Date: 2002-03-05 08:21 am (UTC)