she sent me a message last night,
suggesting we meet today.
i asked her what for,
to have a game of cards?
my dick, thanks to you, is slathered in sudocrem.
it looks like a whole salted cod.
what use is it to you?
and anyway, i'm supposed to avoid erections.
i'm having to throw away my underpants,
because they stink like a hospital ward.
i'm embarrassed to stand in queues of any sort,
because of the sudocrem odour emanating from my groin.
it's a good job i didn't perform fellatio on you.
my research tells me i'd've got oral thrush,
which, seemingly,
is a lot more difficult to get shut of.
she said she has been thinking about a future together.
she really likes me and is planning a divorce.
i said i'd read that once a woman gets thrush below her bush
she is susceptible to reoccurrences
and although little cal will make a full recovery
i have no desire to replicate this episode.
people on the internet are laughing at me.
i would rather you don't contact me again.
i wonder if i was a little harsh on her.
she really is very nice and all that,
but for the first time in my life
i've been compromised downstairs.