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Tuesday, 27 May 2014
BROS FEELING A BIT SICK TODAY....HE DOES NOT APPEAR TO BE GETTING ANY RESPITE FROM THE SIDE EFFECTS OF CHEMOTHERAPY TREATMENT, AND THEN ITS TIME TO HAVE SOME MORE. BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE AT THE MOMENT. DOES HE STOP THE TREATMENT??? DOES HE CONTINUE WITH THE TREATMENT....I DONT KNOW THE ANSWER AND ONLY BRO CAN DECIDE, AND WE WILL BE HERE HELPING YOU B ALONG THE WAY...LOVE YER BRO!!
Sunday, 25 May 2014
Well bros
been looking at all sorts of alternative remedies since the chemo fluid run out
at Christies. Yesterday I had to pick
him up from Lords Cricket ground and take him to A&E because a cricket ball
had hit him on the back of the head while he was praying…yes praying…not
playing…Howzatt ?? you might say….well some one told the thick fat fooker to go
on a pilgrimage to Lourdes and pray…Well at A&E they removed the cork from
Bros arse….mmmmm. You see, he has also been looking at all sorts of alternative
healing methods, and is latest is Ancient Egyptian and Middle Eastern medicine the oldest documented known to man. These alternative methods have
been brought to bros attention by a doctor at Christies, Mr Fati Farooker. Anyway
we went to see him on Thursday. When we got there Mr Farooker introduced us to his team . He had
two masseurs working for him called Nile
and Sandy from
the Cairopractice department {they used to work at the Fords car plant on Merseyside on shift work but they couldn’t get
used to the shifts I call them the Two Ten Car Men. “Can I have a full body
massage” asked bro. “Sorry we are only here for a day” they
replied.. Anyhow Fati knew of someone
who might be able to help Bro in his quest for a cure for his cancer. He
pointed and said there is ALLADIN bed 3
who might be able to help. Me and bro went and there was this kid there with
his dad, he had silk pyjamas on so he must have been well off and the most the
most beautiful golden turbin you’ve ever seen, “Attention Sikher” I muttered to Bro. He introduced
himself as Alladin and said he had come across a magic lamp in the genieology
department and he thought it might help bro in his quest for a cure for his
cancer. Lets go and get the magic lamp said bro. So Aladdin said get the BAG
DAD and asked his girlfriend SAHARA to fetch
the magic carpet for Bro. She came with the most beautiful silk Persian rug
beautifully embroidered, they asked Bro to sit on it and said a few magical
words and with a flutter of its edges and a quick ripple it took off into the
sky, unfortunately without bro whos fat arse was still stuck to the floor with
half a square metre of pure silk Persian rug under him….fat fooker. Anyway we
had to walk to the Genieology department, with Alladin we had to GOBI some secret places so bro had to be blindfolded…”No
Peking” I said. We arrived at the Genieology department and there to meet us
was a odd red faced character…looked like he had been under the sun lamp to
long…he looked like a Jafar . We looked around and there in the corner of the room
was a wrinkled old lady with a tiara on, name of Princess Hasbeen. I asked
Jafar if we should chuck her out and he said “YEMEN ”. At that moment bro spotted,
in the corner of the room the most beautiful girl in the world holding an old
brass lamp, the fat fookers eyes lit up and he wanted to rub it, I told him we didn’t
have time for that and we needed to get the lamp…. Anyway Bro got the lamp and
gave it a rub and in a cloud of blue smoke all you could see was this blue fat fooker………oh and the genie who
had popped from the lamp. “A thousand thank you’s for releasing from this bottle after tens of
thousands of years” “I will grant you three wishes “ he said. Bro thought he
said dishes and ordered Peking Duck, Chicken Chow Mein, Beef and Cashew nuts
and of course a Diet Coke…..”Your wish is my command” he said and suddenly
there was a table full of food. “Where is it” said Bro…And we all said….”ITS
BEHIND YOU” Anyhow bros fooked up his wishes now and the genie is going to go. “Please
let the thick fooker have one more” I said and the genie looked and said “go on
then but this is the numb fookers last chance. Bro said “No shit”. “That’s it” said the
genie.” And disappeared in a puff of smoke…. And that’s how bro got cork filled arsehole. Hey Bro…YOU AINT NEVER HAD A FRIEND LIKE ME!!
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