Sicker than dirt.
Sicker than a dog.
I take my first real vacation, well, almost ever, to the Oregon Coast and I get sick exactly two hours after I land in Portland.
Mouth ajar, snot trickling out nose, mumbling intelligible words to my mother.
“What did you just say?!” she barks.
“Slememenemen”, I respond back.
Then after eating at Mo’s about three hours ago, I get cramps.
So right now I’m being a whiny little bitch.
I can’t close my mouth and my stomach sounds like whales mating.
Enjoy these pictures below. I’m too weak to explain fully what they are. First person who figures out what they’re from gets…uh…a coupon for 75 cents f(2) Morningstar frozen food items.
I’ll give you a hint.
It’s something from your childhood (unless you’re an old person).