By Inchie
78 years of age, pretty ugly, short, bald, pot-bellied, in ill health. Decaying physically and morally. Mechanical ticker valve, Duodenal Donald, Saccades-Sandra, Arthur Itis, Hernia Henry, Hard of Hearing Hank, Bad eyesight Boris, Reflux Roger, Peripheral Neuropathy, Nerve Neurotransmitters Not-working Wendy, Bladder Cancer Chris, Stuttering Stephany, Haemorrhoid Harold, Shaking Shaun, Dizzy Dennis, FND, ... there are others, but I've tired myself out, now! Hehehe! Oh, then I had a stroke! Now awaiting Cataract & Glaucoma operations. Diabetes 2, Leg-Ulcer-Ulrich, Cartilage Chloe & Carole and am flat-bound. Tsk!
Failures, Accifauxpas and Whoopsiedangleplops are my Forte... Hehehe!
I love making folk smile when I can. TTFNski!
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Paradise!
That sums it up gal! I fank you! X
Until…Shirley caught Mike checking out Rachel’s scrumptious legs and threw the bottle of claret at him. It was at that time that Rachel admitted that she and Mike had been involved in a romantic liaison for years. All hell broke loose as a cat fight ensued with Mike trying in vain to break to thing up. Marissa, of course, escaped unscathed, with all that was left of the booze, not to mention, everyone’s wallets!
Winner! Brilliant effort thanks Marissa gal, super! X
Wait a minute…what’s this about a brilliant effort??! I thought I was going to win something!
You am Marissa.
A Certificationalisation of Merit! Which will be produced forthwith! X
TTFN
I’m waiting…
Sorry abarght that M’am. Laptop and internet failures have delayed me creative inspirations and plans. Just gorrum back in working order like. No idea how I dun it, but still. Working on this now! (Well, after I’ve written this yer see) X