Lord have mercy,! Waimai drivers fallin ill of the Clovid hoofed devil, penurious staff callin in sick dedevilled by sniffles. Watt has our world come to? Can't even git me a luscious Juicy Burgery (TM) lickety split. All I knows is that the only thin I bin sick uh last thirty plus years has come outa a bottle. Ain't been vaccinated since i was a baby beyond my memory, at my mother's behest, and ain't had no medicine since I had a touch of a drippsy off my weewee, owin to an ill spent night in Prince Rupert, just before leaving on a salmon troller, and two weeks of pissing glass. Other than that I think I mayuh had a toucha turbuleaocus, after another ill-spent night in Prince George lickin on ill regarded sweet meats. But since then have had not a cough, sore throat, fever, respiratory distress of any sort . Not even no phlegm, though on occasion phlegmatic. Must be the nightly 3 raw cloves uh garlic. Thus, my dread of the MIGHTY COVID is somewhere between lightnin strike or turnin gay, which I deem likely in odds.
Y'know one could do a pretty good remake of "Deliverance" along these lines. Some fellers what ain't from arount here come tooling into town, say Portland, Oregon. Leering soyboys force them to get vaccinated. "Four times each. Now take the needle an' squeal like a pig!"
