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The fall of the mighty Ghost

...it took a measly sore throat (which now turned into a class 5 disaster sore throat) to drive this ghost down. Food left untouched, wars abandoned, onions and broccoli rotting in the fridge, pages of Gaiman's American Gods fluttering helplessly under the fan, its master unable to read or digest, starring blank into the idiot box deep inside the cruel satires of Brit comedy and brainless sex-o-nymphs of MTV America. I'd say, the Blade Runner century is here....
[-] Strepsils DID NOT work!

Comments

starry nights said…
Get well Ghost.I hope you feel better.I think it is the Ghostly (ha ha ha)weather.
alex said…
Get well soon Mr. Ghost!
Kavi said…
Get well soon mate ! Get well soon !
QUASAR9 said…
Man so Mighty
felled by an almost invible blug
The Ghost almost invisible
fallen prey to a sore throat???
Nirek said…
Get well soon bro!
Marutham said…
Oops,
Sorry abt that!! Sore throat - its t worst. It will be so irritating u cant do any other work...Err!! I HATE SOAR THROAT!!
Wish u get well soon :) Have more soups....

//Blade runner centry!!// LOL!!! :P
Vanathi said…
Take care...
tulipspeaks said…
took strepsil or not? :P


=ammu=
Ghost Particle said…
[starry] thanx!!! It must be ghost weather...hahahah!

[alex] I will...I must!

[kavi] i hope so mate! man it sucks.

[Q9] a sore throat poem...cool!

[nirek] bro...thanx!

[marutham]soup! hemm...if only i can taste it! B;ade runner...all bleak...

[vanathi] thanx vanathi, as always.

[tulip] it did not work!
alex said…
Gargle mild hot water with salt.
Salt water gargling helps! Try it!
Keshi said…
Get better soon Ghosty! Wud it be good if I brought u some soup :)

Keshi.
Ohho..How r u now? Hope u got back 2 normal.

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