Saturday, November 17, 2012


I will seek and find you.

I shall take you to bed and have my way with you.

I will make you ache, shake and sweat until you moan and groan.

I will make you beg for mercy, beg for me to stop.

I will exhaust you to the point that you will be relieved when I'm finished with you.

And, when I am finished, you will be weak for days.

All my love,

The Flu

Now get your mind out of the gutter, and go get your flu shot!

Don't blame me. Blame Doug.


Leonard Clark said...

What gutter? I just had a nice trip down memory lane! Thanks, Len

Grandmère Mimi said...

What gutter?

Len, you'll have to ask Doug. :-)

Genette said...

Gutter? Somebody get kicked to the curb with nothing but a swath of percale to rescue remnants of dignity?