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Plague ship


Plague, fear, sickness and death. 737. Cross country travel, packed head to foot in shiny tubes. If there were molasses salesmen meeting us at the end of the flight I wouldn't have been surprised. At the very least I managed to spread the Hungarian Monkey Death Flu to most of the Mile-High city and at least half of Northern California. Can't blame me for the Broncos loss if you don't credit me for the 'niner's win. Doesn't matter. I feel like I'm getting better now. That means the blood vessels in my ears and eyes should burst at any moment and shower my loved ones in infected blood and pus. I blame Congress.
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