Dearest sweet turd burglars,
Thank the lawd, Bobby has survived! He spent the day in flannel pajamas, wrapped in a blanket, basking in the bluish gleam of Super Mario 64 and sippin' on chamomile tea. The snot has not quite left his noggin, but he seems to be on the mend. Unfortunately it also seems that he has passed his sickness off to the infamous Spanish Homework. I give myself 24 more hours till i succumb.
I shall now compose a haiku--
Bobby Birk sneezing
Not at the pollen you fools
He is sick sick sick
xo
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