My bowels have been nothing to write home about either, I can tell you, h.
Well Sir C as good as offered to come round and wash your bóllock so I'm guessing he'll do something for your old chocolate factory while he's fussocking around down there
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
Like all man flu victims, I'm assuming that you find enough energy for a w*nk every now and then?
"Scoring a goal is better than sex" - Whoever said that was sticking it to the wrong woman