I was worried about swine flu, so I rang NHS Direct, but all I got was crackling. It's a calhamity, I tell you. If it goes to WHO stage 6 it'll be Parmageddon. It'll take more than oinkment to sort this one out. We need a vaccine, quick quick, chop chop!
On another matter, I've decided I'll never have a hangover again. Oh, no. From now on, it'll be wine flu.
Hope I didn't boar you.
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- Queenie
- I'm a professional researcher and writer. I live in England with my Paramour. You can reach me via hotmail, it's a co.uk address and the first bit is qwertyqueen.
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9 comments:
Ha! I love it!
That my girl is your ration for the next six months.
Brilliant.
calhamity? oh dear oh dear oh dear...
Very good:-)
Piggin' hilarious. ;)
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*Groans* Time for you to trotter 'long. Do you write jokes for Harry Hill, perchance? (Ok, I know you won't know who Harry Hill is. But seriously. He's bad. I love him.)
It's a bit rasher you to suggest that I won't know who Harry Hill is. S'nout to do with watching telly, though - I read about him in the Guardian.
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