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.
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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.
Gout? A boil the size of Sudbury on your bum? A tattoo of Elvis?
Barts cyst?
I'd guess "a hangover the likes of which was last seen after the 3-for-1 special at the local pub"?
No guys. Way way worse.
I have a hemorrhoid.
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