I got a story. Gf and I are out partying on New Years. 2AM, bar's closed, time to go. I can't find her truck keys. Oh FFS. We spent two hours wandering the empty streets and parking lots in the freezing cold, her bitching non-stop at me for losing them, finally called a cab on a pay phone. While waiting at the Quickie Mart, she found the keys in her overcoat pocket. She was a bit sheepish, and that's British understatement.

Now for the cake's icing! Woke up on New Year's Day and remembered the injustice done. Sat up and bed and was about to bitch, ...croak... Had the all-time worst case of strep, personal best, puked when I looked at the back of my throat in the mirror. Solid white puss, no pink in sight, with black streaks (smoking) running through it.