is dying of the cance. In fact, she has been sent home with a hospital bed and a load of morphine to await the inevitable. They are both posting their thoughts daily on facebook, she, I guess, only in her most lucid moments.
Oddly, he is asking today for a show of hands for the funeral so he can start planning the food.
I mean. Fúck me. She's reading this shít.
Ask him to clearly label the sandwiches which contain egg
I do so hate playing egg roulette with any buffet when it comes to the sandwiches on offer
10 characters? Pile of cund.
See below. Although you always feel a bit bad about really piling your plate up at a funeral imo. It looks bad.
I have a press colleague whose buffet technique is so good that he's able to manage three proper platefuls, two drinks AND a dessert after a press conference and still be out the door within half an hour. It's like watching an artist at work.
I think the thing that would bother me in this lady's situation is seeing a party planned that I wasn't going to be able to attend.