Things are serious around here, ya'll.
There have been a lot of complaints lately....
"...my right ear is TOTALLY PLUGGED!"
"....I can't focus- everything is BLURRY!"
"....I'm so tired I could fall asleep RIGHT NOW!"
"...Ugh! My chest is the most congested chest IN THE HISTORY OF MANKIND!"
I thought that I might have to call an ambulance, but then I found the NyQuil. You see, Brock has a man cold and he is most likely dying.
Send prayers, ASAP. I'm setting up a charity fund, just in case.
Of course, I'm sick as well, but no one in my house is even aware of that fact.
"...you don't have anything even CLOSE to what I am dealing with!"
Please, keep Brock in your prayers. I need to keep him around. He's pretty useful and I like him and stuff.