I'll say this for the flu: I've had zero appetite for five days now and the weight is
falling off me. I mean yes, there's the hacking cough, the wildly fluctuating temperatures, the shakiness, the aching joints, the general sense of enervation and the flop sweats, but...y'know...weight loss
falling off me. I mean yes, there's the hacking cough, the wildly fluctuating temperatures, the shakiness, the aching joints, the general sense of enervation and the flop sweats, but...y'know...weight loss
Have you washed your balls? I don't like to think of you sitting there with sweaty balls.
Oh, we can still use the plural, can't we? The whole satchel arrangement is still extant, after all.
For simplicity's sake, yes. I was really just pre-empting someone else (probably Pokster) jumping in.
Talking of incineration, I drive past Enfield Crematorium most mornings and it makes me laugh whenever I see smoke chuffing out of the top. Is that weird?
For simplicity's sake, yes. I was really just pre-empting someone else (probably Pokster) jumping in.
Talking of incineration, I drive past Enfield Crematorium most mornings and it makes me laugh whenever I see smoke chuffing out of the top. Is that weird?
It's like the urge to giggle at a funeral, I suppose. Nerves, isn't it? Faced with one's own mortality and all that, one is going to laugh or cry.
It's like the urge to giggle at a funeral, I suppose. Nerves, isn't it? Faced with one's own mortality and all that, one is going to laugh or cry.
I think it's the fact that it's so public that makes me laugh. Here we all are, pretending nothing's happening, while if we look to our left, some poor cünt's becoming air pollution.
For simplicity's sake, yes. I was really just pre-empting someone else (probably Pokster) jumping in.
Talking of incineration, I drive past Enfield Crematorium most mornings and it makes me laugh whenever I see smoke chuffing out of the top. Is that weird?
how very dare you
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