Cue Silva’s monologue!

Sorry, but I’m not that heartless and I took an oath.

I get the feeling you’re never actually going to fight me. I’m in Baltimore now. Work stuff.

Both adjectives are neither mutually exclusive nor collectively exhaustive.

Sprint triathlon in Philadelphia in June.

F*ck. I’m over at Chin’s Place on Market, eating some delicious Chinese. This is not bad Chinese, my friend, and you should come over.

I’ll allow it.

Insert joke here about sitting at a coffee shop in any of the country’s colleges and universities.

I’m not there anymore. I’m at the Five Guys burgers.

It’s pretty clear someone up in New England called down to NY to have that call overturned, maybe even offered some hard cash. No one up there wants to live through another week of grumpy TB12. I hear he can be an ass to the underlings.

Meet me at the Buffalo Wild Wings in Akron, Ohio. I will fight you!

One of the only ways we knew a lot of children were sick with H1N1 influenza back in 2009 was because they presented with gastrointestinal issues. The difference with a norovirus infection (aka “stomach flu”) is that noro gives a fever to a small subset of people who catch it, while H1N1 in children in 2009 was giving…

Speech should be illegal. Yeah, good luck with that.

Okay, but let’s say that I’m the kind of person who doesn’t really care if anything I say or do at home gets out into the public. Sure, I’d be a little embarrassed if someone sees me naked. The years have not been kind, but the donuts have. What’s the big deal?

Don’t let perfect get in the way of good enough, I guess?

No, I wrote that slightly buzzed is better, but it’s still not what we want. We want no drinking and driving.

Well, I’m not a doctor nor a nurse. I’m just your garden-variety epidemiologist. Yeah, I’m one of “them people.”

“Who exactly is “putting out a message”, and how are they doing it?”

I agree with everything before the comma on your above statement.

What do you mean “you people”?