For my birthday, which I’m spending quietly in Picton in a warm fireplace-equipped house with my very-attractive girlfriend, I got what everyone wants for their birthday.
A particularly straining strain of stomach flu, whose motto is apparently “give ’til it hurts”.
Just fucking fabulous. So much for all those good intentions.
This is why you should never engage in misery-brinkmanship with Shaver. You got rooted? Well I’m vomiting profusely! So there!