Won't go into to gory details but I have had a stomach bug for about 2 weeks now. At this point, I am convinced that I have one of those face hugger aliens living inside of my body. Hopefully, director Ridley Scott will make a summer blockbuster movie out of my digestive problems. I'm no doctor but I'm pretty sure if I find, and destroy, the Queen Alien all my stomach problems should just go away.
Plan B: I'm just gonna drink a fifth handle of vodka and see if that will kill all bacteria inside of me. If it works on wounds, I don't see why it won't work on the inside. Either that, or the face hugger alien is gonna get tore up drunk!
Results to follow...
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