excuse me while i go wash the flesh-eating germs off of my hands

To whoever coated my tonsils with gasoline and them lit them on fire, tell the guy that stuffed cotton up my nose that I'd like to breathe some time soon if he doesn't mind. And, oh yeah, the person destroying my lungs with a jack-hammer? STOP IT.

Thanks,
tara nichole

P.S. By the way, I liked my body temperature where it was, so if you could put it back below 100 degrees, I'd be really grateful.