Monday, August 01, 2011

ow

After a pretty boozy Saturday, spent with She Who Hates Socialists in the middle of London City, I woke up the next day with...an ailment.

It's scary, it's freaking me out and I need to see a GP as soon as possible.

According to my Internet research, they say one in two Brits will get this in their lifetime. It's not a disease, it's a...thing.

And it's so fucking painful I didn't sleep last night. I am scared.

5 comments:

Wyrd said...

Are we going to have to play "guess the thing" now?

Because based on your clues, it sounds like you woke up with a penis.

Monkigirl said...

Gout? A boil the size of Sudbury on your bum? A tattoo of Elvis?

Flirty 30 said...

Barts cyst?

Flarkit said...

I'd guess "a hangover the likes of which was last seen after the 3-for-1 special at the local pub"?

Peas on Toast said...

No guys. Way way worse.

I have a hemorrhoid.