Footing hell
I used to know a fella who somehow managed to succumb to an ailment not unlike trench foot. He had sore feet and did absolutely nothing about it for months and months, he was a tough old bugger and wasn't prone to moaning. But he really needed to sort out his feet so off he hobbled to the Doc's. His feet looked like two prolapsed rectums. He was given two creams, one to be applied just to the infected area and one to be applied liberally to soothe his pedal nightmares. So one cream stung and one cream soothed. The only day I ever saw him cry was the day he muddled the creams, all the skin fell off one foot.

Hmmm, this story is hilarious, it really is. Read it again but put in some funny bits, some screaming and some laughing and make tears appear in your eyes when you remember it fondly in your old age.
Or just fuck off what do I care ya bastards ... come back ... i didn't mean it ... nurse, I'm cold.
( spingers, Thu 16 Sep 2010, 19:00, Reply)