At Least My Hypochondriasis Is Amusing To Someone.
I have been fighting off the cold that everyone in the office has already had. Naturally I’m convinced that I’m dying.
“I’m sick. I think I’ve got Flesh Eating Bacteria.”
“Where on earth would you get that from?”
“Well…I used a public toilet today!”
“And were you rubbing up against a lot of gay guys there?”
“No. But there was that party on Saturday. It was a narrow hallway. Even if we were all clothed at the time…”
You know you’re fat when you’re diagnosed with flesh eating bacteria and the doctor gives you forty years to live.