I want to Cunt health bores.
While out for a drink,I had the misfortune to run into an old acquaintance . I hadn’t seen him for months but had heard something about him being in hospital. I made the mistake of asking him how he was keeping…What a fucking error that was,the Cunt proceeded to tell me all about his fucking operation. He’d got to the point of undoing his trouser buttons to show me his stitches when I had to stop the malingering old Sod.
Safe in the knowledge that he was sporting a piss-bag which I’d squeeze (wet dream in reverse?) if he cut up rough,I told him that I’d only asked out of politeness, not genuine interest,and that he was a moaning old bugger who wouldn’t be happy if someone decked his arse with diamonds. He then had the gall (if not the gallbladder any longer) to call me a selfish Cunt! I told him that it was probably my taxes that had paid for his operation,considering that he’s been retired for years and so can’t have been paying enough tax to cover what he’d obviously cost the NHS,so I could hardly be accused of being selfish.
People should realise that an enquiry into their health,unless from a doctor or funeral director, isn’t an invitation to recount the gross details of their gradual decay to all and sundry.
Fuck them.
Nominated by Dick Fiddler