I hate being sick more than anything on this earth. Hate. Hate. Hate it.
I suppose this all lines up with what the Greeks used to preach, eh? You know, that stuff with the gloating about how great things are in the face of the gods and all that.
Joey: YAY! Life is great! My money situation is looking up and my fiancee and I just took a huge, fun, new step. Hooray for me! I rule!
Zeus: Sure, sure, but where are my sacrifical oxen?
Joey: Nothin' doin, Z! I don't need you anymore.
Zeus: Really now? ... Okay then. I just farted in your mouth. How's that taste, b*tch?
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