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Sermon From The Deck (The if I don't test I can't tell version.)

I will keep this one short.

Do better than me.

I have isolated and treated this latest illness as I would COVID-19, but I have not tested.
Because of my lack of follow-up and follow-through, I can honestly say that I have never tested positive for the virus.
Yup.
Bulletproof.
(Cough.)

Do better than me.
I went to the funeral without a mask.
Many people went unmasked.
Many of us became sick.
For years I have preached "stay safe".
It looks like this dumbass failed to follow his advice.
Sorry.

Have a great day.


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