To the allergyless: I hate you.
From March to November or so, I’m plagued by godawful sinus headaches that are debilitating. Seldane and Entex (a prescription decongestant) used to work wonders until Seldane went off the market. Now I take Zyrtec in the morning, and Sudafed and ibuprofen for headaches. Makes a BIG difference.
Robin
I’m with cykrider. Terrible hayfever/seasonal allergies, but I never get the flu. (knock on wood) I’ve never had a flu shot, either.
Blame it on the grass. This time of year is when the grass is germinating (or something) itself to get ready for the dormant season.
God bless the guy who invented Sudafed.
Oh, jeezus, did I waste thirty seconds of your precious time?
If the title don’t float your boat, don’t fucking click on the thread.
This isn’t fucking General Questions. This isn’t a rant on the latest Parenting Crime of the Century or Man’s Inhumanity Toward Man. Bitch about your allergies, brag that you don’t have any, or piss the hell off.
GODDAMNIT, I wish my nose would stop itching! I feel like a walking argument against intelligent design!
to quote Atreyu:
“Well, in that case, shouldn’t the title read, “Mudder fug fugging son of a fugging mudder fugger”?
The answer to that is No. If that were the thread title we would suspect PodKayne of actually being Mohammed Fayed, and that’s a terrible thing to suspect of anyone.
(This is a joke that probably won’t mean much to anybody who isn’t British or Egyptian.)
Well, fug.
And if you could humor this American, who is Mohammed Fayed?
Mohamed Fayed, - who prefers the honorific form “Al-Fayed”, so much so in fact that he conferred it on himself – is a stonkingly rich Egyptian who is the proprietor of Harrods.
He is probably best known for being the father of Dodi, in whose car the Princess of Wales died. Incidentally, he claims that Diana was on the point of marrying Dodi when the accident happened and the thought of this so horrified the Queen and particularly Prince Philip that the royals arranged the accident in Paris. This of course cannot be proven, but that only seems to encourage him.
He is somewhat of a shady character, I believe he made his money as an arms dealer. He certainly didn’t make it by preaching business ethics. He has been involved in many a juicy scandal, which ended the career of a then Government Minister (gave him envelopes stuffed with cash to ask questions in the House of Commons) and opened the safe deposit box of his business rival “Tiny” Rowland. He is perpetually outraged that, for these reasons amongst others, the UK government won’t grant him a UK passport.
To the point, his language is reportedly colourful, and his pronunciation not quite perfect (though it leaves my arabic standing). In short he says “fug” a great deal.
I am not up on the libel laws as they apply to message boards, and the man seems addicted to lawsuits, so I would like to point out that all the above is merely alleged. I’m sure he is kind to his mother(fugger).
j.
Mohammed Fayed is the man who owns Harrods. He says “fuck” a lot, but the way he says it, it sounds like “fug”.
He’s a favourite target of UK satirical publication Private Eye
I can’t remember his famous quote about the smallness of his cock.
See what happens if you try to post and work at the same time. Both post and work suffer, and someone else gets in first with a full and articulate answer.
why thank you, Tansu.
I don’t think Fayed has just one quote about the size of his cock, it is a major obsession. He may be unique in that he’s the only person known to boast about his inadequacy, though.
So he’s kinda like that guy Roman Moroni in “Johnny Dangerously” who swears a blue steak, but it goes right past the censors, 'cause it’s like, “You farging ice-holes! You miserable cork-suckers!”
If antihistamines don’t float your boat, there’s always naturopathy.
Remedies here include, but are not limited to:
[ul]
[li]Castor oil pack.[/li][li]Constitutional hydrotherapy.[/li][li]Cold cloth to the forehead.[/li][li]Hot foot bath.[/li][li]Nasal lavage.[/li][li]Acupuncture.[/li][li]Adequate rest and relaxation.[/li][/ul]
And
[ul]
[li]Vigorous exercise.[/ul][/li]
Now please excuse me while I go soak my feet to relieve my stuffy nose. And while I’m sitting there, I will wrap my stomach in three layers of castor oil-soaked flannel. Yep, that’s bound to do the trick…
Hay Fever, you are about to be History!
Not.