Even with this mystery illness that has kept me in bed since Friday night, I still can find the tiniest bit of strength to chuckle at Fecund Stench. Sorry to those of you I promised doughnuts to this morning. I think I have the Black Death. Ok, maybe not that, but it feels bad enough to turn Gatorade into Holy Water.
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