Definately NOT mosquito bites.
Here's an update:
My right leg is rotting off. I have to go to the doctor. Over the course of yesterday the pockmarks grew and pussed and actually began to hurt. Mosquito bites... they itch. They get red. They go away.
Remember that whole flesh-eating bacteria scare?
Well, I woke up this morning and my foot ballooned to the size of a watermelon and I couldn't fit into my flipflops. My fucking flipflops!
And so I wobbled and hopped across town to the doctor but of course, it's Italy, and on Wednesdays the doctor sleeps in until the afternoon. So I wobbled back home.
I think I'm gonna go back to sleep now. I'll need all my strength for this afternoon's amputation.
posted by Andrew Smith @ 1:25 AM
7 Comments:
Where is the photographic evidence Mr. Big Pussy. I find it questionable that the two most descriptive essays thus far contain no photos.
I think if its not as bad as your crying, I think you should loose a party drink for this one.
Added some "photographic evidence." Hope this quells any doubt about me being Mr. Big Pussy.
Ain't nobody loosing a party drink over here, pussy or not.
Jesus that looks like its contagious. I think you may be have just brought the black death back to Italy.
That shit spread through the harbors you know.
Don't scratch!
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