The bacteria in your brain isn't responding to any of our treatments. By this time tomorrow you will be completely blind. By this time in three days you will be brain dead.
But hey, it doesn't matter! You're a Christian! Your God will glide down at the very last second of your life, instantly curing you of your infection, and delivering a stern reminder of his ultimate power to us all. And you know, if all of that bullshit doesn't happen, your family will be bizarrely comforted with the notion that your fierce brain fungus was some kind of sign from God, and that he has to fuck around with people sometimes ... because 'that's how he runs things'.
I'll leave you with this thought; the whole time your family is grieving for your soul, I will be dogging.
Friday 10 October 2008
Dr. Smith Rarely Remembers To Videotape 'House M.D.'
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Yeah, I remember how God was standing by the roadside pointing and laughing as the paparazzi caught that bitch from Eastenders; Gillian Taylforth dogging with her lastest beau. He loved that moment so much he took a picture and now it's sitting on his mantlepiece besides the one of George Michael being arrested in that public toilet in L.A.
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