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Grim Reaper Has Many Occupations - Caption Contest

This is one of those cartoons I could easily change the caption a million ways. There are many aspects of all of our lives where something lurks ever present like death. Keeping us weary and looking over our shoulder.

How about we have a little caption contest. In the comments area share your on lurking Grim Reaper caption.

Being Poisoned by Wart Medicine

I swear to you I rarely get sick, even a cold. I never will or have run off to a doctor no matter how bad I feel. I'm just not one that believes much can be done unless it is really serious...I figure the body will heal itself. But realistically, nothing major has ever occurred. What I'm getting at is I tough it out.

But lately I feel like crap. Yea the stress of life is there, but it is always there and I can't see that it has ramped up or I'm responding to it in some more dramatic negative manner. The only thing I can recall that has changed is my using Compound W to remove a few warts on my foot. So I looked it up, the active ingredient is salicylic acid, and one of the side effects could be nausea, light headed, and others beyond just burned and irritated skin.

So now I have it in my head or as a serious consideration that I'm being poisoned by my wart medicine. So I'll just let the warts take over. Of course what I see on the web could just be a lot of who-ha, which I feel inclined to believe. Because how the hell could a dab of acid on the foot make me feel like such crap. If it is that strong we need to use it on prisoner as a death row treatment.

Am I Dying? Sick of Being Sick!

I just feel like shit lately. I can't shake it. It's not mentally, although my mental state is impacted by my physical state. I just feel noxious (I mean nauseous but the noxious could be true also) all day, especially in the morning. Hmm? No it can't be morning sickness..I was fixed 13 years ago, and, well duh I'm a dude. I need something to become passionate about...oppps there is that ol' bio-rhythm thing.

I don't even doodle anymore.

I did this the other day but was in no way in the mood to draw. Hence the sad sacks with their heads on the table.

I've never been a hypochondriac, actually exactly the opposite. It would have to be so blatantly obvious I need to go to a doctor before I would even consider going. As in, my arm would have to be hanging from a thread or I wasn't breathing. Well enough moaning. I hope you don't feel bad. Really, I hope you're having a fucking fantastic year!

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