Afternoon.
Last night, Ebola (Hi, Val! ~waves~) wanted to claim its... fifth victim? Kinda lost count. Well, I wasn't aware diseases targeted cute little froggies. Anyway, this cute little froggie turned out to be more stubborn than the malady. I feel better already, but my mind feels a little fuzzy. So, if you hear me saying something like "hey, Carrot Top. Looking hot today. Wanna roll in the hay for a bit?, means I'm not being myself.
Hey, Dugh, scoot over. ~aaachoo... cough... cough...~ I want mum to look after me too. No funny business, 'cause Gary's watching. Let's wait until until he falls asleep. Then we can check "the stock market".