i remember parties out in the park, with the girlies rubbing up in the dark

So I think I might have the West Nile.

I figure I caught it by way of mosquito, on account of me being so damned saccharine sweet the little buggars can’t resist sucking off a little bit of this right here. Plus, with my daily routine of outdoor naked squat thrusts at dusk and dawn, opportunity abounds.

Before this morning, I totally believed I had the mono — the kissing disease — which I was sure I caught from you. I was mad at you at first, but then I reasoned that, out of everything I could have caught from you, mono wasn’t so bad. But then Whitey told me that you can’t drink when you’ve got the mono, so I changed my mind and wished you had given me the drip instead. Like your sister did.

But now I think I might have the West Nile, so never mind.