Wednesday, February 22, 2006

:::Clears Throat::::

Dear Streptococcus,

Please consider this note a formal notice of eviction. We here at My Body are aware of your evil plans for domination. Although it's been 17 years since we removed the tonsils into which you had bought condo space, we still vividly recall your repeated attempts to take over My Body for as far back as we have clear memories. In fact, if these things were tracked, we're pretty sure we'd make the Guiness Book for the number of times you tried (and failed!) to take control.

While you may have won the battle against pennicilin, rendering it useless in My Body, we would like to assure you that we WILL win this battle. We have Health Insurance, and we're not afraid to use it.

You've chosen the wrong victim. One good flash light and we needed no stinkin' swab. We still remember what you look like, even in your infancy. :::shudder::: No, you can not go undetected. Choose some other Body (but not the kids, they're covered, too--don't even think about it) and be gone.

With great disdain, and swallowing proudly in spite of the pain,


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

You're too funny...though I'm sorry my chuckles are at the expense of your throat's comfort. Hope you enjoyed the movie. Jilla the Killa