The Gospel According to Gomer
My ass is grass. I’m going down. I’m hurting from parts of my body I didn’t even know existed. Dudes (an dudesses), my body hurts. My hands hurt and right now, my ears feel like I just got beat with a club. My feet hurt. My left-lower quadrant hurst and all my life I have been a figher, but this one is gonna beat me. I don’t like admitting this one bit. I can’t hardly sleep, my immunie system is putting up this heroic fight and I’m drenched with sweat and I’m hot, then I’m cold then I’m hot. I’m cold so I pull on blankets then next thing you know I’m hot so I pull them off and the next thing I’m freezing. It’s feaking tiresome. And this whole business of hurting from places you didn’t know you had? That’s just downright unfair IMO. How can you hurt from places you didn’t even know you had?
