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I think she's telling the truth here. Maybe I'm just weakened from staying up all night in carpenter's nursing and giving myself what appears to be shaping up as a lethal case of the common cold, or it's because I'm pretty sure Kash would not back her up for anything on earth except maybe Donald forcing him.
In any case, I'm nuking myself with C and D now. Right in the middle of a harrowing episode of that Dutch guy's chickens being attacked, I had one of those monster sneezes that gives NO warning and sends out a gob of bubbling and roiling snot so big you immediately send your mom a spiritgram in thanks for teaching you to ALWAYS put your hand in front of your coughs and sneezes.
Far better to slime yourself than any part of the rest of the world. Your hand might not get there quite in time if you're not also bending your head to meet it when they're this unexpected, but if you've lost your lightning reflexes, you are definitely ready to volunteer for a brain chip.
Anyway, I'm working on this fucker. If it nails me all the way, it'll have been the first time in thirty years.
pipe up any time....
