So i've been down with the flu and have been walking around with the voice of a pubescent boy on the cusp of manlihood. Or McLovin. I have been referenced to Phoebe- the One where she has a phlemy voice and doesn't want to give it up. I don't enjoy it quite as much as she does, and it's about time I got my non-sick self back.Â
Mummy then calls and suggests the strangest remedy for cure- poached orange. Who on earth taught her this I don't know. I just gave it a try- don't know if it's going to help but we shall see. You will need:Comments [0]
<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value=""></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param>
Comments [0]
Comments [0]