Is in my chest, having migrated from my sinuses.
And what is worse, perhaps, is that when I think "the crud is in my chest," for some reason, I hear it as if sung to that awful Tom Green song about him rubbing his butt on people. Perhaps it is time to lay off the Robitussin.
Posted by binky at November 8, 2008 10:00 AM | TrackBack | Posted to Random Thoughts