But my tonsils are another matter. When I was younger, in my 20s, I got tonsillitis regularly. Three or four times a year up they would come. I would know it was coming because I'd get a certain taste in my mouth. The taste of infinite death and suffering.
This time it's snuck up on me. Bigger than they've ever been before, touch me under the jaw line and scream in agony. My ears are blocked and aching. I'm miserable god damn it.
I spent some time trying to take a picture, so you could see how big and pussy my tonsils are, but lucky for you it didn't work. So here's a picture of Thurston The Wonder Cat instead.
Enjoy
2 comments:
Don't they take the bastards out anymore?
Are you watching your national side fall apart at Edgbaston?
Nah, I came into the world with them and god darn it I'll got out with them.
Unfortunately the illness has prevented late night television feasts such as Edgbaston - I also can't stand Stuart McGill as the host. I'm not much fan of either England or Australia, but I think I'm pleased England's doing so well. It seems they have the Onions. hahahahahahaha.... I may be poorly but the puns keep-a-comin'
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