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The Last Laugh

Dear Mr. Defeated Ragweed,

Due to my enduring curiosity and ingenious research skills, I have discovered that the pescription allergy medication I used in Canada is actually AVAILABLE IN KOREA.

It's under a different name and of course all instructions are in Korean but it is made by the SAME COMPANY.

Not only did I enquire to my pharmacist friend the very day that I wrote you my first letter but I also was able to see a doctor a 7 AT NIGHT and actually get A DISCOUNT on both my vist to see him and my purchase of the said drug.

I celebrated my triumph, again in another language and another country, by having a nice tall well-and-duly breathed glass of merlot - something I KNOW you and your allergen buddies like to use to stuff me up as well AND since the dust arrived, I had not been able to really enjoy a nice glass of red wine.

But HA the joke is now on you. Yes, I see you just dropped that fag hanging from your lip and downed that last drink of yours as a symbol of THE PARTY'S OVER!!

You must have thought you had me beat again but AH HA the wonders of modern medicine and imported drugs strikes you down again.


Enjoy your weekend.

I know me and a few glasses of wine will while I'm relaxing with friend OUTSIDE in the DUST AIR because oh oh oh...I'VE GOT THE CURE!!

Snot-Free A


Off to a historical city this weekend and preparing to be really touristy, OUSTSIDE amongst all the blossoms and yellow dust....


mr ragweed said…

;) glad you're feeling better...

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