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Any toe-based injuries i can sympathise with. I suffered with a fungal foot disease for many years, still do, but it' clearing up now after getting some tablets. Yay for modern medicine.

Anyway, when it was at its peak i was once in the bath and i went to scratch my big toe. Imagine my horror when my entire toenail came off in my hand. Lovely. Needless to say my bath was ruined, so i got out and dried (this is erotic isn't it? No? ok) and made my way to the bedroom.

I went to get some underwear out of the top of a very old chest of drawers and pulled it too hard and the draw fell out. The corner of the very heavy draw landed....yes......you guessed it, where i once had a toenail. I screamed like a child and dived across the room with my toe cupped in my hands, much to the annoyance of my ex who was watching Desperate Housewive or summat and told me to shut up or get out. I went for the latter and hobbled to the bathroom.

As i uncupped my hands i saw a substantial amount of blood and nearly fainted. It was like a scene from a really shit horror film. I had to use a full roll of Andrex to stem the tide, which i obviously got another bollocking for.

I can look back and laugh now, but at the time it was a bit shit like.

Broadhead wrote:Any toe-based injuries i can sympathise with. I suffered with a fungal foot disease for many years, still do, but it' clearing up now after getting some tablets. Yay for modern medicine.

Anyway, when it was at its peak i was once in the bath and i went to scratch my big toe. Imagine my horror when my entire toenail came off in my hand. Lovely. Needless to say my bath was ruined, so i got out and dried (this is erotic isn't it? No? ok) and made my way to the bedroom.

I went to get some underwear out of the top of a very old chest of drawers and pulled it too hard and the draw fell out. The corner of the very heavy draw landed....yes......you guessed it, where i once had a toenail. I screamed like a child and dived across the room with my toe cupped in my hands, much to the annoyance of my ex who was watching Desperate Housewive or summat and told me to shut up or get out. I went for the latter and hobbled to the bathroom.

As i uncupped my hands i saw a substantial amount of blood and nearly fainted. It was like a scene from a really shit horror film. I had to use a full roll of Andrew to stem the tide, which i obviously got another bollocking for.

I can look back and laugh now, but at the time it was a bit shit like.

Ouuccccchhh ya bastard. I hate toe problems. Once had operations on my big toes. Its was horrendous.

I remember as a kid I once proper wound my Mum up and she tried to boot me up the arse and missed and booted the door frame as I escaped through it.

Cue two broken toes.

Get down Mum

"get down Mum"


I spent years fighting fungal feet without realising it lives in your shoes and socks.

You have to sling them all to get rid.

Also you need to live on a beach for a while

Sherrers wrote:"get down Mum"


I spent years fighting fungal feet without realising it lives in your shoes and socks.

You have to sling them all to get rid.

Also you need to live on a beach for a while

Mrs Hooters says she wants custody of our unborn child and for me to move out because I took my boots off in the kitchen last night. She said my feet smelt of dog shit.

you can't make booze by stomping on dog shit

you want some grapes

Bishop wrote:

Sherrers wrote:"get down Mum"


I spent years fighting fungal feet without realising it lives in your shoes and socks.

You have to sling them all to get rid.

Also you need to live on a beach for a while

Mrs Hooters says she wants custody of our unborn child and for me to move out because I took my boots off in the kitchen last night. She said my feet smelt of dog shit.

Hahahahahaaaa....

Ye Olde Rog wrote:you can't make booze by stomping on dog shit

you want some grapes

I am on it.

Bishop wrote:

Sherrers wrote:"get down Mum"


I spent years fighting fungal feet without realising it lives in your shoes and socks.

You have to sling them all to get rid.

Also you need to live on a beach for a while

Mrs Hooters says she wants custody of our unborn child and for me to move out because I took my boots off in the kitchen last night. She said my feet smelt of dog shit.

Have you decided if the child is going to be wiccan or pagan yet?

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Bishop wrote:

Sherrers wrote:"get down Mum"


I spent years fighting fungal feet without realising it lives in your shoes and socks.

You have to sling them all to get rid.

Also you need to live on a beach for a while

Mrs Hooters says she wants custody of our unborn child and for me to move out because I took my boots off in the kitchen last night. She said my feet smelt of dog shit.

Have you decided if the child is going to be wiccan or pagan yet?

We are undecided as yet.

I guess it will be the one with most nudity involved

"Can i have a ham salad sandwich with mayonnaine please? Oh and can you not cut it in two please"

"Do you want Mayonnaise love?"

"Yes"

"Do you want it cutting in two?"

"No"

Guess who has just got a CUT IN TWO ham salad sandwich with SALAD CREAM on it? Unbelievable

are you sure you're a northern?

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Better than my old diet of bacon and sausage sarnies and Mars Bars though.

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Hahahahaha. Even worse, he got Salad Cream,.

Broadhead wrote:

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Better than my old diet of bacon and sausage sarnies and Mars Bars though.

This is true. But if you cut those out you'll see a more rapid change.

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Better than my old diet of bacon and sausage sarnies and Mars Bars though.

This is true. But if you cut those out you'll see a more rapid change.

I usually just have soup for lunch now but it's a bit warm and i want to go out at lunch and see the sun for a bit.

Broadhead wrote:

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

Fandango Widewheels wrote:

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure. It's not going well.

Bread and mayonnaise are not good for your figure young man

Better than my old diet of bacon and sausage sarnies and Mars Bars though.

This is true. But if you cut those out you'll see a more rapid change.

I usually just have soup for lunch now but it's a bit warm and i want to go out at lunch and see the sun for a bit.

Salad?

And don't forget your sun protection

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I love todays salad dodging tips

As well as hating people, London and daylight I just CANNOT BELIEVE the pastiness of my pins.

They are like two columns of smash with sausages for feet.

Sherrers wrote:As well as hating people, London and daylight I just CANNOT BELIEVE the pastiness of my pins.

They are like two columns of smash with sausages for feet.

Sausages for feet has just ruined me.

Broadhead wrote:

T.B wrote:are you sure you're a northern?

I'm watching my figure.

The easier it is to see...

Sherrers wrote:As well as hating people, London and daylight I just CANNOT BELIEVE the pastiness of my pins.

They are like two columns of smash with sausages for feet.

I am currently hating the waiting game. I do not whether I am coming or going.

Why? are you the captain of a submarine?

Today's pet hate: O2.

Last week I paid my phone bill, so O2 cut off my phone.

Yes, I thought that was odd behaviour as well. So I called them.

"No sir! You paid NEXT month's bill, not last month's! So we cut off your phone!"

After some discussion, they agreed that perhaps they could be more flexible about allocating payments. The phone was reconnected.

This month's bill isn't due for another 5 days, and I've had four texts since saying "we're going to cut off your phone."

Today, after several enjoyably fruity phone calls, they sent me a "we're sorry" package.

Unlabelled, no message. Six bottles of stout in a presentation package, tied with an O2 ribbon.

And it's not like they don't know I'm Australian, particularly after some of the language used in the call.

What does one do with stout? What is stout for?