I’m a pretty chilled guy, except when it comes to my arch-nemesis: The Country of Georgia.
It shits me to tears (constipated?).
Anyway, tonight I’m watching this documentary on pretty much my favourite area of virus treatment, phages, when they visit The Country of Georgia and start going on about how fucking great The Country of Georgia is, despite it’s limited resources.
But then it hit me, phages are the fucking future of medicine, yet The Country of Georgia is, like, phage-city. If I ever need treatment I bet it would be something that can ONLY be treated with the soft, gentle hands of phage therapy (ie heartbreak).
I’d be stuck with the impossible decision of dying or crawling on my knees to The Country of Georgia, begging for some phage and a dash of mercy plus sugar if they are generous.