Congratulations, excellent news.
It's a shame that the ravages of a dissolute life have chosen now to start shutting down your organs one by one, but there you go. Don't bother with the doctor, there's nothing they can do - get yourself to Switzerland and go with some dignity.

Winner will be ME, of course. I suspect that the sinner will also be me.

Oh, and can I recommend that you change your fucking locks? Because I don't imagine this situation will last if the little 'un returns home with a tale of "daddy's dealer" letting himself in at 3am.
(wellgroomedwookiee is a filthy-minded hobgoblin, Mon 23 May 2011, 10:09, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Sage advice.

( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Mon 23 May 2011, 10:10, Reply)