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Lots of vomit, crapping water and stabbing pains in the stomach.
Inspite of the ball-busting I was there to clear up vomit, hold her hair back and have my hand squeezed when the pains really set in.
14 hours, one visit from paramedics, (yes it was that bad), 15 vomits, 1 pretty noisey dump and one change of bedding later she is feeling a little better. I'm knackered having spent the night sitting up making sure she wouldn't swallow her own tongue or something and I've had to phone work to say I wont be there for my first day.
I've seen people ill before throwing-up wise at my old work, but she'd had no alcohol, taken nothing and eaten the same stuff as me.
Please feel free to post you sympathies here and post fruit, (not cubist wrapped up in a basket), to the adress provided on the other side of this post.
So in conclusion.
She = ill
Me = the best that will now be loved by her mother for ever
God = funny...look out Sleepy, you laughed too!
> Unfortunatly, no i'm not pregnant :oP
EB ignore this comment at your peril
> Puddin' wrote:
> And he bought me some flowers..bless him :o)
>
> EB loses all respect.
>
> He goes on about how he's loving this revenge and stuff and goes and
> does that.
>
> The phrase, "Under the thumb," comes to mind...
There is nothing wrong with letting a woman think you're under the thumb and that they are in total control.
As long as they are doing the cooking and cleaning at the time whilst you watch the football.
He wants to be a grease(d) moneky.
Bad cop.
I swear man, I ain't got no drugs
Want an apple?
My entry will apear tomorrow.
No quoting that please people
EDIT
Rats you edited before I posted my reply :)