Ohhhhh dahling, you told me you were Superman and couldn't get sick!
Now apparently the germs have attacked.
Maybe it was kryptonite. I'm sorry.
Last night we had to go rescue Levi on the freeway, his motorcycle half exploded and he needed gas. The only good thing that came out of it was Tara and I having a gasoline fight a la Zoolander. But instead of Orange Mocha Frappuchinos, we ate cans of tuna and a Reece's Fast Break. Other than that it was an identical experience, all the way down to us bursting into flames.
Here's a fascinating photo series for your viewing pleasure.
I think we should try this.
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