"Daddy, DADDY, it's me, sandra*, don't you recongise me? Daddy ! I'm 25 years old now, and I'm getting married soon. I wish you wasn't here on this hospital bed in the middle of old-london, and could walk me down the asle as I get married. It would have made me so proud, but you don't even know my name. Daddy? DADDY, No daddy, don't leave me. What's that? I can't hear your last words because your brain has muddled them.... No daddy, I can't pick up drugs for you next friday, I'm getting married next week, we said we'd wait until after I got my degree in space-music from moon-university.... Oh daddy, I'll nip you down to Tescos, they have a [those sweedish suicide people] service, get it over and done with.... *sigh*.... if only I had some kind of inhertiance like your drug dealer will be getting".

* Sandra is a wicked name for flashback puroupouses, I donno why, it just works.

Although seriously, it's not fun having to explain over and over the same thing because someone has lost their mind... or having to watch someone's chest move as they sleep to make sure they're still breathing.
( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 13:22, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

Hahahah
I wrote a really mean retort to this but have deleted it.

It mentioned 'deep-fried cream', 'penile mutilation ceremonies' and 'arterial furring', though.
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 13:30, Reply)

Mix up nutella and masciponi into a ball, freeze it, batter'n'deep fry it, wait for the middle to defrost, cover in caramel, batter'n'deep fry again.

( G/PP 💩💩💩💩💩&#128, Wed 21 Dec 2011, 13:35, Reply)