We got deathly ill on Christmas Eve. The night before we ate at Red Lobster, so we naturally drew the assumption that we got attacked by a bad case of mudshrimp poisoning. But the affliction spread from person to person like a bad case of I-didn't-vote-for-it in the Senate. Therefore it could only have been one thing. Asian avian flu. I should have known it was so when we let those shady Asian bird peddlers into our house the day before. I mean they were pressing the hot sell and I admit I got caught up in the excitement of the "three dozen geese for $2" Christmas Eve special they were offering. But I missed all the warning signs, including the bleeding eyes, cough, runny nose, etc. Serves me right.
All better now, we are living large in Micahworld. Merry Christmas, mis amigos. HBD, JC.
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