Here, dear. Have some Robitussin. And a comfy chair.

[captainsblog]

There's only one thing to say to your wife when she has a major bout of congestion the morning after watching a John Cleese/Michael Palin movie together:

At least you didn't expectorate the Spanish Inquisition.

I'm going back to bed now. Where I'll likely be killed in my sleep for that.

Comments

[plantmom.livejournal.com]

Hardly. I love you. And I'm sorry about the noise. It's a huge relief to get that crap out of my lungs.

[captainsblog.livejournal.com]

Oh, I didn't ::koff:: expect you to do the killing. I was more imagining God, atop His omnipotent steamroller, mowing me down whilst yelling R-r-r-r-etribution! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BMiEW-wgCDY)

After the feeding frenzy, He wound up getting me anyway. First a dream where we were in the real Addams Family house, which somehow morphed into me being on the Klingon home world being chased by Kirk on something resembling Michael Palin's Vespa.

Klingons, Loogies, parts is parts.

[thanatos-kalos.livejournal.com]

::breaks out the drying rack::

[whyaduck.livejournal.com]

Booooooooooooo!

[luckycee.livejournal.com]

NObody expectorates the Spanish Inquisition!