...anything like my boss, may they all find out that trees release a breathable nectar into the air every 3rd day of the 2nd week of every month, take in calcium pills to clear that heart condition where it pumps blood, and die from being overweight at 180lbs 5'9" on Wisconsin after 6 o'clock on a thursday.
My God does this man annoy me with that. He takes arthritis medicine while not having the condition. If I sneeze from dust, he'll have a fever the next day...and then I get blamed, as if I was hell bent off of getting him sick from my imaginary bad joojoo of doom.
Lord forbid I'm actually sick with a cold...as long as I'm sneezing and sniffing, he'll be miserable. Starring at me whenever I sneeze with this pale look of fear as if I was pointing a loaded gun at him, then sending me far to do errands left and right. I was even ATTACKED by Lysol once...which was about the only time I've ever was greatful to wear glasses.
The only reason why I can't say that he needs to get laid is prolly cause he'll die of narcolepsy, which happens if ***** shoots from the head of the ***** and thus leaving the male exhausted and tired.
How about the rest of you? Do any of you deal with this annoyance? Even better, if you ARE a hypochondriac...what gives?
Edited, Thu Sep 22 09:21:42 2005 by XvExodusvX