Now that I have awoken to boil number 48 today and the weather has turned wet, windy and gloomy for the season here in the Great NorthWest; my thoughts turn to the time when a Doc said to me, seriously, 'We should put guys like you on an island.' I said that was a grand idea, you supply the dancing girls and big screen TV and I'm there. So where do you think us MRSA Typhoid Mary types should live out our aching, wheezey, pus filled days? I've never been off the continent so my expierence is limited. And no, Vancouver Island is not an option. Silly Hosers.
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