My nose is leaking, and I have inter-cranial pressure on par with ascending a mountain and not having your ears pop. at all. evar.
This sinus pluggage thing blows goats for wooden nickels for bus fare, and then walks home.
If you somehow have not picked up how much I hate this... come on over, I'll punch you in the toque and then we'll talk about it.
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