Ah, there's nothing like codeine to make one feel better about coughing like I've worked in an asbestos factory for a decade.
I can't wait until I get home from class tonight and I can take a big ole spoonful of narcotic-laced cough syrup.
So there, you nasty, hacking cough. Codeine is on the way and you are going to die ... ha.
One morning last week, my mom asked me, "What do you put on pancakes?'
"Syrup," I said, wondering if all the horrible cancer drugs she had to take last year had eroded her sharp mind.
"It's not 'sir-rup.' It's 'sur-rup,' " she insisted.
Huh. And now that I'm typing it, I realize it is neither "sir-rup" nor "sur-rup." It's "syrup."
Funny how drugs clear things up.
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