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Talk Radio dicking about with their line up, Jon Holmes was the only thing keeping me awake sat on the A13 on my way home, there's some right boring twat on there now........
westham,eggyandchips wrote:Witnessing the national coughing championship on the underground today. Those hearty souls on the central line just shaded it from the district line.
Indeed. How I haven't kopped the apparent Typhoid that appears to be rife in the office is beyond me.
People on the train smelling, it's the morning at least whack on some deodorant or aftershave at the minimum, if you aren't going to shower, god knows what they will whiff like on the way home
westham,eggyandchips wrote:Witnessing the national coughing championship on the underground today. Those hearty souls on the central line just shaded it from the district line.
yes but its when they deposit the remnants of said throat on the platform thats the prize
fmgod wrote:People on the train smelling, it's the morning at least whack on some deodorant or aftershave at the minimum, if you aren't going to shower, god knows what they will whiff like on the way home
hate when you get lumbered next to a guy , whose main love seems to be some sort of very spicy sausage from the night before , and whilst im here , had to use the bakerloo line on tuesday night , the trains seemed to be from the 1960's , was like a step back in time .
Mrs MB pointed out a couple of small bloody splotches on my side of the bedsheet yesterday morning. Piles again, I suspected, but it certainly didn't feel like anything was up there so purely in the interests of research I snuck into the bathroom to crack one out. Just to check, like.
CUE AN GUSHING TORRENT OF DARK STICKY BLOOD AND SPOOF ERUPTING FROM MY OLD CHAP!!! Like a scene from The Exorcist, or one of those chocolate fountains they have at chavvy 16th birthday parties. Except blood and spoof, not chocolate.
I pretty much passed out, went very wobbly at the knees and ringpiece, never seen anything so distressing in my life. Of course, I assumed it was nut cancer. At the least. Rang the doctor and they couldn't see me until Tuesday (yesterday was Thursday and I'VE GOT NUT CANCER), so I texted my mate who's a GP and he called me back a couple of hours later. I was in a total panic by then, but he talked me down in a proper doctor kind of way. Fairly common, he said, probably just an infection of the spunk tube (he actually said that) or maybe a cyst. But not nut cancer. Well, maybe a 20% chance of nut cancer. Or more, maybe.
Mrs MB pointed out a couple of small bloody splotches on my side of the bedsheet yesterday morning. Piles again, I suspected, but it certainly didn't feel like anything was up there so purely in the interests of research I snuck into the bathroom to crack one out. Just to check, like.
CUE AN GUSHING TORRENT OF DARK STICKY BLOOD AND SPOOF ERUPTING FROM MY OLD CHAP!!! Like a scene from The Exorcist, or one of those chocolate fountains they have at chavvy 16th birthday parties. Except blood and spoof, not chocolate.
I pretty much passed out, went very wobbly at the knees and ringpiece, never seen anything so distressing in my life. Of course, I assumed it was nut cancer. At the least. Rang the doctor and they couldn't see me until Tuesday (yesterday was Thursday and I'VE GOT NUT CANCER), so I texted my mate who's a GP and he called me back a couple of hours later. I was in a total panic by then, but he talked me down in a proper doctor kind of way. Fairly common, he said, probably just an infection of the spunk tube (he actually said that) or maybe a cyst. But not nut cancer. Well, maybe a 20% chance of nut cancer. Or more, maybe.
Yeah, that's all a bit irritating.
This feels like one of those moments to crack out an old Cannibal Corpse (death metal band) classic - " onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;