I had a good drink last night mate............and its seen me off:eek::D
Try a sheep dip;)
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Bloody runny nose, dry throat, oh no, i'm dying, i've got Man Flu, worse than anyone's ever had it before........................ever:eek:
But being an admirer of how women just nuckle down and get on with it without a single moan, i will endeavour to do the same, hats off to you ladies, an old lass at work has had it bad for a week now. Just keeps smiling and pegging away and making everyone brews, bloody inspiration:cool:
Its weekend and i feel worse than ever, dam this manflu, dam it all to hell:mad:
Still going out for a trot tomorrow and 20 mile mtb race on sunday, determined to enjoy what could be my last days on earth, cheerfullness in the face of adversity, its a killer see is manflu, you ladies are lucky, all you have to do is go through pain having babies and put up with blokes, which is also painful:D
Ooops, wrong thread.
A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac
with big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
and loves to send me fishing and drinking.
This doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
(Anon)