engolir
such a simple word. such a simple act - until you can’t do it anymore.
day six after my tonsils were electrocauterized from my throat (a marginal improvement over my own suggestion of using a serrated grapefruit spoon), and i feel like i’ve got a miniature john cleese in the back of my throat intoning,
NONE SHALL PASS! (current state of the throat below the fold, of course.)
fucker. i’m getting really sick of this ensure stuff. and tapioca pudding. and we’ll just forget the attempt at soft-boiled egg, shall we?
July 16th, 2007 at 1:27 am
Such white teeth, good tongue pallor, the dangly thingy in the back of your throat looks good, and the knight appears stout and, well, ready. He helps with the flossing?