Zombie

Ugh I hate getting this tonsilitis every now and then, hate it with a vengance.

I revolted against it - went with a whole attack without medication. Oh yeah you tonsilitis bitch, I can take whatever you can throw.
I rebeled against it - threw alcohol, cubes of ice, icecream, and tobacco down it when it was at its inflated glory most.
I cried for it to go away, I ignored it, I saw movie marathon marathons while under its prowess...

But I never cut them off. I remained loyal...no part of my body, no matter how badly it misbehaves, was to be let go.

(deadpan, threatening, scary you-know-shit-is-going-to-go-down background music begins)

I don’t throw those tantrums anymore and I think the time has come to let go.

(background music tails off with a closeup of a tonsil screaming and running down the streets of a non-descript neighbourhood)

Comments

Australis said…
Hahaha, that was a funny one. Though aren't you a tad too old for letting go of your tonsils now?

P.S - I linked you too.
September 9, 2007 at 5:12 AM
CrazyDiamond said…
I know ya....but those filty buggers won't leave me alone..It'll hurt a lot more than if I was a "tad younger" ...but no pain no gain now...


P.S. - Sweet.
September 9, 2007 at 1:54 PM
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