Synchronicity puts things in my Mouth
I left my flat to go shopping today....despite still having a fever and feeling not unlike crap. As I began trudging through the snow I literally said: God damn it, I wish there was some sort of magic drink that I would make me all better."
While I was walking down the drink aisle, I spotted this:
X-Plosiv! "The Magic Drink."
If it works, then there is still magic in the universe. If it doesn't, whatever God is out there is a total cock-knob.
(Btw the background for the picture is my front door....I tape all the old weekly banners to it)
Update: God is indeed a total cock-knob....though X-Plosiv is a nice substitute when you don't want to mix chocolate milk and gatorade yourself. I guess what I mean to say is that The Magic Drink is possibly the most disgusting thing I've ever put in my mouth. Considering what I did that time I tried out for Fear Factor, that's saying something.
Isketch Update: Thanks again everyone who came out...it was a lot of fun and I thank each of you for putting up with a very sick me. You rock....particularly for forgiving my feverish rambling.