No, don’t need it, don’t want it and not hoping to get the flu, you see. It’s not even that effective and last year not only did I get sick but the half-wit who thought she was a good candidate to give flu shots, hit me with an 18 gauge in my bony arm … crack (head).
So I stomped my foot, yelled Nooooo! Big Pharma! Not scared of biologics! What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger!
Now my husband has it or maybe even smallpox, the plague or the consumption and it is a guarantee that he will die. He always does. Every year. Every time he gets sick.
He’s one lucky man to still be alive. He’s not even a vampire.
We will keep you informed as to the development of this horror movie because winter is indeed coming.