Feeling Well I Am Not
|Feeling well I am not. But type this post I must, so that disappoint my readers I do not.|
Young Skywalker's turn to do the grocery shopping it was. Of course, do the shopping he did not. So, only old leftovers in the fridge there are. Old leftovers. Look young I do when standing next to these leftovers I am. Like Kenobi's socks, this milk smells. Already perished, some of these perishables have.
Supposed to be green, baloney is? Maybe eaten it I should not have. Probably make it better, the grey mayonnaise and the bread with the hair did not. Turned upside down, all three of my stomachs are. Ooooooooh, not good.
Hold it together I must, until finish this post I do. Toss my cookies I must not.
Through the door Kenobi just came. Carrying a case of beer, he is. (Surprise) Think about beer I must not. Oh no, offering me one he is. Oooooooooh. Excuse me.
... Ok, back I am. Taste better the second time, the green baloney did not. Ok, hold it together now I can. No, wait. Ok, now I can. I think.
Now, here Windu is. To KFC he went. Smell the Colonel's chicken I must not! No, Windu, open that box so close do not! Too many, the 11 herbs and spices are! Ooooooooooh. Excuse me.
... Ok, back I am. Make it all the way to the john this time I did not. Ok it is, though. Wash out of Windu's robe it will.
Spinning the room is. So many pretty colors. Very heavy my head is. Feeling woozy I am, but keep typing I must. Yes, keep typppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp