It’s Christmas time and I’m ill – AGAIN.
I’m not happy, in fact I have got the hump. – Some dirty herbert has decided that they would cough and splutter in front of me on the train to work, what happens? Lo and behold I get the filthy herberts germs. Thanks for that then! All year I have got away without a cold, today a couple of days before the holidays start – I get a cold.
Note: I have not mentioned “man flu”, that is because I get bloke pneumonia, which is obviously much worse than flu.
So, to the person that gave me the cold – I hope Santa parks his sleigh on the roof of your car, he sticks a BIG carrot up your exhaust and Rudolf visits your front door mat. Oh, one more thing, I hope that Santa’s little helpers sneak into your fridge and they stuff your turkey with quick set cement.
I’m not normally like this by the way, I’m and just mad that he showed no consideration for those around him. So as far as I am concerned – he deserves it.
I don’t really believe in Santa and his sleigh by the way, that’s because he has a Mustang!
That Mustang is powered by horses and lots of ’em 😛
Gonna go for the sympathy vote now, see if I am bestowed lots of T.L.C. Actually make that T.L.M.P. (Tender Loving Mustang Parts!) 🙂 I dare say I will shake the cold off soon, I hope so as I want to at least taste my Christmas dinner.
Rant over!