I'd hardly call what I put details.
Would you like me to tell you what killed him, what time it was, or things like that?

I wrote it on here because I'm fucking gutted, but I wouldn't want to write it on facebook or anywhere, because my friend is on there, and he needs to know I'm there for a chat if he needs me, not that I'm absolutely gutted too.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 10:19, 1 reply, 15 years ago)

Cancer innit, Macmillan nurses, off his face on morphine, home palliative care
Details, details. Perhaps you should check with him before serialising his old mans dying days.
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 10:25, Reply)

Yeah those specifics really narrow it down to literally just tens of thousands of people

(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Thu 14 Jul 2011, 10:30, Reply)

Toot toot all aboard the grief train, leaving Congleton in 20 minutes, Toot Toot

( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 10:32, Reply)

Hmm, interesting
Search tells me I've never mentioned 'Macmillan' or 'palliative', and the only times I've mentioned nurses or morphine, it's been in no relation to him.

Details, details.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 10:41, Reply)

You couldn't find your way out of a paper bag let alone find anything on search
As a starter you stated that he was doped up to his eyeballs at home yesterday end stage cancer, you dick that's called palliative care which will involve lots of morphine and macmillan nurses.
( Light In Chains maker of the ikea sofa, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 11:04, Reply)

You are correct, I concede that point
I did say those things.

However, seen as all I'm doing here is getting more and more wound up, I don't feel there's any point in continuing any conversation with you.
( Agnostic Antichrist Baltimora, Thu 14 Jul 2011, 11:09, Reply)