I’ve just been diagnosed with the swine flu.

So I’m in self-imposed quarantine in my bed.

I’m fine. Don’t worry.

And the girls appear to be fine.

All I need is chocolate, a few naps, and some rest.

And bacon. Actually, my bro calls this virus the Bacon Sniffles. Here’s the thing, though: I’m not sniffling. I’m mostly achy. I feel like a truck ran me over.

A big bacon truck.

Time for another nap…. Go sanitize your computer now that you’ve read this.

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