Complaining, the first sign of recovery. Let me know when he is well enough for me to ream his ass out for not taking proper care of himself! What is it with men and illness? They whine like babies over a case of the sniffles and ignore chest pain, exhaustion, and all signs of serious problems until it's high drama time. Damn!
Spaw get your ass in here. I need a word.
st. mARY OF THE cAPSLOCK WHO LOVES YOU.