Shots in the Morning. How tacky is that?

Well, you know ... I don't want to be known as the guy who hates a decent shot in the evening. But today I had some shots in the morning. It was no fun at all.

Ok, I'm not talking about alkohol. I'm talking about the shots you get at a slaughterhouse medical practice. The ones that involve a rusty needle. The ones that burn in your arm like the fires of hell immunize. The ones only a real man can stand that actually don't hurt at all.

I confess: I'm a pansy! But at least I'm immune against many epidemic plagues for another 10 years.