head up, head down. turn around. sit down.
The Angel of Death hath strucken us-eth.
I blame Fiesta, really.
One good man at a time, we've all succumbed to the mighty Plague.
One good man at a time, I've seen run past the open door of my room to waste his breakfast/lunch/dinner in the toilet.
And just when I thought the worst was over, I woke up to worse.
Much. Much worse.
DIS-gusting.
Prayers for these dying..
I blame Fiesta, really.
One good man at a time, we've all succumbed to the mighty Plague.
One good man at a time, I've seen run past the open door of my room to waste his breakfast/lunch/dinner in the toilet.
And just when I thought the worst was over, I woke up to worse.
Much. Much worse.
DIS-gusting.
Prayers for these dying..
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a small price to pay.
really.