I'll say this for the flu: I've had zero appetite for five days now and the weight is

[Burney]

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 :thumbup:

[Sir C]

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 :thumbup:

Have you washed your balls? I don't like to think of you sitting there with sweaty balls.

[Burney]

Have you washed your balls? I don't like to think of you sitting there with sweaty balls.

Well I've washed one of them. The other one I'm pretty sure got incinerated in Tooting about 12 years ago.

[Sir C]

Well I've washed one of them. The other one I'm pretty sure got incinerated in Tooting about 12 years ago.

Oh, we can still use the plural, can't we? The whole satchel arrangement is still extant, after all.

[Burney]

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?

[Sir C]

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.

[Burney]

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. :hehe:

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

hacking cough, the wildly fluctuating temperatures, the shakiness, the aching joints, the general sense of enervation and the flop sweats not to mention the crying like a baby girl.

Dysentery is even better b. Quite literally shít yourself skinny

[Pokster]

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

[Burney]

how very dare you

You know you would have.

[Burney]

not to mention the crying like a baby girl.

Dysentery is even better b. Quite literally shít yourself skinny

My bowels have been nothing to write home about either, I can tell you, h.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

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

[Alberto Balsam Rodriguez]

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 :thumbup:


Like all man flu victims, I'm assuming that you find enough energy for a w*nk every now and then?

[Burney]

Like all man flu victims, I'm assuming that you find enough energy for a w*nk every now and then?

:shakehead: Too weak to wánk, man. Too weak to wànk. :-(