Functional with Flair

Today, in celebration of my newly acquired cold, I sing the Crapples song.


I feel like crap, crap, crap, Crapples and bananas.
My brains are pouring out my nose, nose, nose, Crapples and bananas.
I think I swallowed thumbtacks, thumbtacks, thumbtacks, Crapples and bananas.
My lungs are imploding, imploding, imploding, Crapples and bananas.
I want to die, die, die, Crapples… and… bananas!


And this is all my fault-- my fault for having a boyfriend that still looks kissable even when he’s sickly.