Went to the doctors today

[dronefromsector7G]

I have another (unfunny) joke
dont have a coughing fit when you have a fractured shoulder in 2 bits and fucked up ligaments etc

I didn't know that you'd done that Kaz.

You should change your username to Dave Whelan :-)

 

[idahoblues]

I didn't know that you'd done that Kaz.

You should change your username to Dave Whelan :-)

Why?

 

[kaz7]

I didn't know that you'd done that Kaz.

You should change your username to Dave Whelan :-)

oh go on then,just for you x

 

[dronefromsector7G]

Why?

Why what?

 

[kaz7]

Why what?

you know the thing i dont talk about

 

[idahoblues]

Why what?

Who? You talkin' to me?

 

[yeseye]

Who? You talkin' to me?

Is that you @Bill ?

 

[idahoblues]

Is that you @Bill ?

No, it's me

 

[Magicpole]

Well it just gets better. Yesterday, not satisfied with the level discomfort from my tooth, I decided when preparing and sharpening a very sharp Chinese chopping cleaver thing, to test its edge against me index finger. It turns out it is indeed very sharp and I now have a slashed finger wrapped in a bandage to head off death by blood loss.

This disability is proving irksome, as my sister and her husband are coming up from London tomorrow and I have been assigned the bathroom to clean, as part of the, lets pretend our house is always so fucking clean.

I have received slightly less than fuck all sympathy and no matter how many times I pull a truly sad and suffering face to evade this fate, it falls on deaf eyes.

"You still have the use of most of the hand" is the best I got.

So, toothache and a wound that would fell a bear, but I still have to do stuff.

As you can imagine, I am not kicking my height, which is probably a good thing with my luck or it would be, toothache, a horrendous cleaved finger and a torn hamstring.

She would still make me limp in there and clean the fucking bog.

Wheres the trust?

 

[aguero93:20]

Well it just gets better. Yesterday, not satisfied with the level discomfort from my tooth, I decided when preparing and sharpening a very sharp Chinese chopping cleaver thing, to test its edge against me index finger. It turns out it is indeed very sharp and I now have a slashed finger wrapped in a bandage to head off death by blood loss.

This disability is proving irksome, as my sister and her husband are coming up from London tomorrow and I have been assigned the bathroom to clean, as part of the, lets pretend our house is always so fucking clean.

I have received slightly less than fuck all sympathy and no matter how many times I pull a truly sad and suffering face to evade this fate, it falls on deaf eyes.

"You still have the use of most of the hand" is the best I got.

So, toothache and a wound that would fell a bear, but I still have to do stuff.

As you can imagine, I am not kicking my height, which is probably a good thing with my luck or it would be, toothache, a horrendous cleaved finger and a torn hamstring.

She would still make me limp in there and clean the fucking bog.

Wheres the trust?

Not like a Weedgie to try and get out of anything to do with "cleaning" and "bathroom"...