And then just as you come around, you read a get well card that Kipper has sent, but it's got so many commas that your brain explodes and you die.
Speaking of which: Trapped in a room having to listen to the lead singer of the other guys or onlyonly ha to eat piskies vegan food for the rest of your life?
Falling face first into Bobby's wok full of bubbling oil. Burning your face off and ending up horribly disfigured, running out of the restaurant screaming and seeking help and somebody thinks you're a zombie and chops your head off.
Going to a Harry Potter convention with Fosse and falling over a pile of magic wands and tripping down a flight of stairs into a room filled with wasps where Matthew bullies you so much that your skeleton runs off from your body and you’re left as a saggy flapping pizza on the floor.
A really good thread this @Commachio I have thought long and hard about this subject for years now especially looking after a young virtual cabbage (my lady) since 2009. I have seen her in so much despair and pain, her body concocted by spasms so aggressive, she has literally knocked herself out with them. We control the worst of them now but she has not been out of her bed properly for 16 months now. Having a 9 year old daughter between us is her life line and decision to live through all of this and given all, she is a wonderful mother. If she ever wanted to change that, which I can not see, then I would make it happen for her and I think everyone should have that personal choice. The tide has turned for us somewhat and I am living with cancer, the hyper reliable Joe feels so tired now, has some **** health issues and gone through a hell of a lot of radiotherapy the last 12 months. Like my girl I will be here and fight it, my daughter needs a mum and dad but to be honest, if it wasn't for our daughter I think the pair of us would throw the towel in.. I used to always say, if I get to the point of struggling to get out of a ****ing chair then take me outside and shoot me.. Sorry for the long winded waffle..
Going for a few pints, a pie and a game of dommies at the Royal British Legion in Swanage only to be told that some **** has booked Dazzler and the Deaftones ...and your ****ing hearing aid has a sealed battery
Going into Tel's library in the hope of locating any signs of intellectual literature only to find a couple of half finished colouring books, a half hidden box full of illicit copies of CarrickFan videos and an old Littlewood's catalogue with the men's underwear pages strangely stuck together ... and a rather unpleasant musty smell as if somebody has hidden an old kipper somewhere ...
Going for a tanning session with Juan mata only to find pogba was there then drowning in matths sperm.
You should see my CIPS Level 6 books mate, there’s some right good stories in them. Coma inducing, right up your street. You also forgot to die in your scenario.
... nah mate .. the musty smell see - takes you slowly ... that's the thing with books ... some things are best left to your own imagination
Funny we were talking about this today. I've made contact with my old man, in Liverpool. Somebody put us in touch because of my health now. Never seen the bloke for 20 year. There's a lot of similarities, he's also run his own company and used to play a lot of football and cricket. Both enjoy the horses, too. I'm meeting him in March and he's taking me to Cheltenham and he's taking me to the Grand National, in April. It feels mad having family again. Oh and he's said he wants to put me on his will because he doesn't want it going to his step daughters. The middleman in all of this told me he's rich enough to have knocked back a 3 million pound offer for his business and the land with it. Laughing
