Steve woke up yesterday in terrible pain. He had stabbing pains coming from the bunion area of his foot. It was so bad that he skipped work and went to the emergency room. They x-rayed his foot and didn’t discover any breaks or fractures. So, they gave him crutches (or stilts as Jonah calls them) and pain killers and sent him home.

This morning, his foot still hurt terribly. He popped more pain killers and called in sick again.

A few hours later, he’s puking his guts out. He sets up an appointment with a podiatrist at 5:00 and suffers through the day.

So, what’s ailing, Steve? Can you guess? If I was Flea, I might offer the winner a prize from my garage of sex toys. Too bad that I’m not that cool. Instead, I’ll tell you the answer below the flap.

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