Gus

I picked up a friend while on vacation. I thought the t-shirt or the beach shells a worthy souvenir but alas, Gus has decided otherwise.

Gus is painful, I think he is armed with a tiny knife.

Gus made me go to Urgicare.

Gus made me have to take antibiotics.

Gus made me make an appointment with a surgeon.

Gus will be leaving next Tuesday, I hope.

He has overstayed his welcome.

I hate Gus.

Gus is the infected cyst on my back.