yeah, joking aside it was scary, especially as she'd only been to the doctors 48 hours before and they hadn't even given her anti-biotics. Didn't keep her in though, but she was up all night. Gave her some effervescent stuff (co-codimol?) for the pain. Then she lived on ice-cream for a week! Now, when I was a lad - I had my tonsils out at 10 (they don't like to do it nowadays for some reason). Went to a hospital in Bootle, they whipped them out, woke up with a black tennis-ball of blood in my throat, out in two days, no ****ing painkillers whatsoever, agony for three weeks (especially at night), and just told to drink water. And we lived in a shoebox in the middle of the road...
Like **** it is, unless Donga's got an arse like a rhino, you horrible ****. I nearly spat my tea out in horror.
I'm quite happy with two or three hot-dog sized ones, or the occasional truncheon. That poor ****er looks like it's been fisted by an elephant: and before anyone gets any ideas, my duty to the cause does NOT extend to that option. Now if Kylie was a Liverpool supporter I could be persuaded to do a deep personal probe into her inner sanctum, so to speak - purely for the cause of CL qualification, it must be said.
