RLI
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G, day folks,
I have just survived bowel operation number 10.
Positive news, I have been advised that the dreaded Gaddafi abscess in the arse, has ended up with the same fate as Gaddafi himself "terminally fucked"! (Yee ha baby!)
I have been further advised, that I only need 4 more operations this year to hopefully get my life back on track again. (Navara Muster 2012 here I come!)
Folks, especially all you macho muncho men folk out there in Navara land!
If you ever suffer from any pain in your bowel or the entrance to your arse!
Please do not fuck a round like I did, go ASAP to your doctor for a check, it could save your career and most importantly, your life. The sooner you report pain to your doctor the easiest it is to fix the problem.
The longer you leave it, well, the long and the short of it, you will end up like me, all fucked-up!
On that note;
Three Aussie blokes working up on an outback mobile phone tower:
Mongrel, Coot and Bluey.
As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Bluey says, 'Well, bugger me, someone's gotta go and tell Coot's wife.
Mongrel says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it.'
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of beer.
Bluey says, 'Where'd you get the grog, Mongrel?'
'Coot's wife gave it to me,' Mongrel replies.
'That's unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?'
'Well, not exactly', Mongrel says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "You must be Coot's widow."
She said, 'You must be mistaken... I'm not a widow.'
Then I said, 'I'll betcha a case of beer you are.'
PS, Once again thanks for your kind support!
Regards,
Paul aka (RLI)
I have just survived bowel operation number 10.
Positive news, I have been advised that the dreaded Gaddafi abscess in the arse, has ended up with the same fate as Gaddafi himself "terminally fucked"! (Yee ha baby!)
I have been further advised, that I only need 4 more operations this year to hopefully get my life back on track again. (Navara Muster 2012 here I come!)
Folks, especially all you macho muncho men folk out there in Navara land!
If you ever suffer from any pain in your bowel or the entrance to your arse!
Please do not fuck a round like I did, go ASAP to your doctor for a check, it could save your career and most importantly, your life. The sooner you report pain to your doctor the easiest it is to fix the problem.
The longer you leave it, well, the long and the short of it, you will end up like me, all fucked-up!
On that note;
Three Aussie blokes working up on an outback mobile phone tower:
Mongrel, Coot and Bluey.
As they start their descent, Coot slips, falls off the tower and is killed instantly.
As the ambulance takes the body away, Bluey says, 'Well, bugger me, someone's gotta go and tell Coot's wife.
Mongrel says, 'OK, I'm pretty good at that sensitive stuff, I'll do it.'
Two hours later, he comes back carrying a case of beer.
Bluey says, 'Where'd you get the grog, Mongrel?'
'Coot's wife gave it to me,' Mongrel replies.
'That's unbelievable, you told the Missus her husband was dead and she gave you a case of beer?'
'Well, not exactly', Mongrel says. 'When she answered the door, I said to her, "You must be Coot's widow."
She said, 'You must be mistaken... I'm not a widow.'
Then I said, 'I'll betcha a case of beer you are.'
PS, Once again thanks for your kind support!
Regards,
Paul aka (RLI)
