Saturday, November 17, 2012

LOVE STORY

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.
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3 comments:

  1. LeonardNovember 18, 2012 at 9:02 AM

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

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  2. June ButlerNovember 18, 2012 at 9:09 AM

    What gutter?

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

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  3. GenetteNovember 18, 2012 at 11:46 AM

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

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