Sad Keanu makes me feel better about the state of my immune system... AKA... I'm high on cold medicine

I caught a cold, motherfuckers...  From Santa.  Probably because of my post about how I'm not giving him credit for the awesome gifts anymore.  But that's okay.  At least we can all focus on Sad Keanu instead to help keep our minds off the fact that I may be carrying the virus that starts the zombie apocalypse...  But no need to worry, loves!  I'm patient zero, which means I'll actually just infect everyone else, but not become a zombie myself due to the awesome antibodies that I'm mixing up in my person...  Instead I'll just walk away from this with some rad superpowers and a need for vengeance.

And now, for your enjoyment, some Sad Keanu...

Santa brought Sad Keanu a puppy for Christmas...  But apparently, Keanu is allergic.

I tried to cheer him up with some pygmy hippo humor...  But he is all too familiar with the dangerousness of the evil pygmy hippo.

Who wouldn't crack a smile at platypi pictures?!?  This is how I cheer myself up.  But Sad Keanu can't swim and felt mocked by such a superior being.

"Oh...  I'll give you something to be sad about, Mr. Reeves." Valerie said in an exasperated manner as she released her zombie minion upon him.  "You'll be the death of me REEEEEVES!!!!  THE DEATH OF ME!!!"

I received this Sad Keanu picture from Joanna at Travels with Tessie Toodles.  I literally spit my drink out onto my iPad.  Thank you Joanna for the laugh!!

Genius!

If you would like to make me spit fluids out as well, send me a Sad Keanu picture to flyingplatypi@gmail.com.  I heart them so!!