On 01 Jan 2005 10:19:39 GMT, Charlie Self wrote:
Silvan writes:

And I spent the week cleaning house and sitting in hospital room.

Sigh.

(Weather matters because my shop is just a crappy little shed. Inadequate
heat, no air conditioning. This is perfect weather.)

Oh well. Some things are more important. I haven't fired off the official
notice yet, but she's home now. Has these bags in her for six weeks. Oh
joy, oh goody. Nothing says love like draining a nice juicy bag of fresh
warm bile. Yerk.

Michael, Michael, Michael. Just be delighted she doesn't have a colostomy bag
for you to help with.

Is this the right time to tell the joke about the prostitute with the
colostomy, who was making a little money on the side?

Dave "Nope, didn't think so." Hinz