October 02, 2004
I think I'm finally *cough* over it
| ROB RISES UNSTEADILY from a GIANT ARMCHAIR, setting down a cup of HERBAL TEA. | ||
Hokey, smokes, Bullwinkle! This *cough* *cough* this cold has turned into bronc *cough* bronc *cough* broncough *cough* |
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| ROB covers his mouth and WAVES. | ||
bronc *cough* *cough* bronchitis! *cough* But I'm back and ready to pick up the story of my blough *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough* *cough**cough**cough**cough**cough**cough**cough* |
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