So there I am, minding my own business on the throne, catching up on a Car and Driver, when I look down and see a tick latched onto my leg, malevolently siphoning my lifeblood and growing thicker by the second.
Needless to say I executed nearly every medieval torture technique on the little bastard I could remember ( ), and then he met his watery demise.
I guess it's a damn good thing I'm in the middle of a Z-pak anyway. Hopefully I won't be seeing you guys on the other side of lyme disease, but I'll be keeping my eye out for that evil bulls-eye rash anyway.
Needless to say I executed nearly every medieval torture technique on the little bastard I could remember ( ), and then he met his watery demise.
I guess it's a damn good thing I'm in the middle of a Z-pak anyway. Hopefully I won't be seeing you guys on the other side of lyme disease, but I'll be keeping my eye out for that evil bulls-eye rash anyway.
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