I feel like a cross between the gun-toting homecoming queen today and this person (if that person was wearing a black turtleneck, of course):
Like I've said to my husband, "I don't suffer well."I'm not stoic, I'm whiny. My neck hurts and it's giving me migraines. Waa! Waa! I'm a big, fat, cry baby. Waa!
Please someone, put me out of my misery ... or feed me some bacon. I don't care which at this point.
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