Why do I have to get sick? Why me? What did I do to deserve this? And how will I bring laughter to the masses when I can’t even breathe?

Oh, now I remember what I did to deserve it. I stayed up until six in the morning on Thursday then spent the next day recuperating by filling my belly with whiskey and my lungs with smoke.

And my I guess the humor in this box makes more people sick than it makes people laugh.

Wednesday’s forecast: Payback is a muthafucka.