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8 comments:
At this stage of life I would not want an ex-boyfriend as my doctor, but I like her style.
Oh dear, sorry to learn your lungs have let you down.
Take care moosh
xx
Well yes, thank you Jules for saving your ex-boyfriend's life.
and thanx jules from 'big mamma' too.
Some of my best freinds are ex-beax...though not as useful to have MDs and dispense medication. Maybe that's a good thing. I might be a Valium addict by now.
Thanks for dropping by my blog-great one you've got here, yourself!
steve, i really like your blog. might i link to it from mine? and, yeah, hope you feel well soon and how odd to have an ex be your doc... but cool
It'll be haemorrhoids next, I wager.
Already had those at some point in my twenties. Spent a year sitting on one of those fucking inflatable cushions.
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