Diabetes is kind of funny. The fact you can kill them by either giving them or withholding Lucozade depending their blood sugar level is chuckle-worthy.
It's no funny when you're stuck at a festival with one who's forgot his insulin and is generally being a mega-grumpy bastard on the constant verge of going into hypo for a few days <****that>
He insisted on knocking back the MDMA that he'd brought with him as well. **** knows how he's still alive.
I don't subscribe to the "leave no man behind" mentality. If you're ****ing stupid enough to forget prescription medicine which may keep you alive and go about talking amphetamines then Darwinism suggests you deserve to die.
I usually enjoy a mild high when I'm having a hypo. Only once have I got really angry and wanted to punch **** out of the walls.
One of my pals locked two people in his 2nd floor flat one night so they wouldn't make it to the gig we were all going to. I was suitably impressed, in one simple move he'd removed two utter gimps from the equation.
It was a fat girl and a mad African dude, so probably. Black guys love fat white girls, just ask Beale.
When I was a kid, my benignly racist grandparents used to tell me that my mum had "run off with a black man," if I asked where she was when they were looking after me
Your mum should continue doing what she's been doing. My daddy had a heart attack at 79, was told it was down to his smoking (he'd been smoking since he was thirteen or something. Up at the hospital, my nephews were saying he should be a poster boy for *** companies coz he'd got away with it for so long ). They frightened him enough to get him off the ***s - for six months. He's back smoking like a chimney and doesn't worry about tomorrow.
