Spread jam on your toast upon the hangman's balcony, you scandalous Anthony's.

Welcome to the Blind Buy podcast. I am hilariously, comically sick this week.

I have adult chicken pox, which is not

enjoyable

not enjoyable at all

I'm over the worst of it

if

you only get the chickenpox once

right

if you got it as a child

your grand

you know the crack if If like me, you couldn't remember whether you got it as a child or your ma couldn't remember if you got it as a fucking child. If you don't know, just get vaccinated against the chicken box. Because it has a lot of crack with your body when you're a full

grown adult. It's very plaguy. I've a lot of solidarity with medieval peasants this week.

It's a very 12th century type of fucking disease. My nude body looks like something you'd

purchase at a deli counter and pebble dashed with red spots. And when you get it as an adult,

the old spots are quite fond of the genitals. The greedy chicken pox has no qualms partaking in both

gooch and glands. I've got blisters in my eyelids inside my mouth, which makes it

I've been saving up this bit of talking for this podcast. I have them inside my mouth.

And even, it's difficult to wear my headphones right now because they're all over my head.

And in the past two days, I had a fever.

A fever that could bring about fucking visions, bedridden.

And then a constant humming itch everywhere. I needed leeches. So I'm midpoint now

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