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Post by johnny nobody on Feb 4, 2020 2:09:59 GMT
(Explanatory note for those who are unaware of the poor plight of my uncle fred: poor old fred suffers from advanced dementia and lives in a twilight home where he is forced to sleep in a ward with a dozen or more elderly, incontinent, semi-gaga simpletons.)
happy birthday dearest uncle fred have lots and lots of fun if you can I hope you'll entice a nurse into your gurney and won't have to share a half-full bedpan, especially since that fat romanian woman has been using it from both ends after eating rogan josh. The stink is fecking horrid, to quote the words of the Paddy slut who gobbles anyone for five euros.
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Post by michaelrburch on Feb 4, 2020 4:42:41 GMT
The poem does a good job of illustrating the horror.
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