Step-dad's father died... we went to the funeral in Sarycuse NY where it had snowed and there were three foot banks of icey snow on the side of the roads.

Two months before my dad was paralized in a car crash so I drove over to Rochester and fed him dinner.

Next I flew down to Florida and stayed with my grandfather who just got out of the hospital. My grandmother and I caught what he had and I spent the next day vomiting and having diahrea.

Finally I went farther south to see my other grandmother and actually went swimming in the Ocean.


PS I had some Tim Hortons while I was up north and that has to be some of the worst coffee I've ever had. It was worse than Starbucks.

 

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I was all ready to be sympathetic then you had to rat on the Tims...

 

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so licking a dog's ass in the morning would be a more pleasurable experience than tim horton's coffee? who would have guessed.

 

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Maybe you shouldn't have drank it while puking/pooping

 

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Actually that was a couple days later once I got to Florida.

 

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So your illness killed your taste buds?

I bet the Starbucks set you up for disaster to begin with.

 

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