I always heard it as:
Twat’s that? I cunt hear you.
I’ve got an ear infucktion.
Tits ok, I’ll finger it out.
Hope you get well soon Biggirl.
I’ve heard all those variations, but instead of, “I cunt hear you,” it was always, “I cunt hair you.”
“Twat did you say? I cunt hear you cherry well. I have an ear infucktion. I need to go to my doctor and get some penisillin.”
Three dea… er, hearing challenged, people meet one another on the street corner.
First one says, “Windy, isn’t it?”
Second one says, “No, it’s Thursday.”
Third one says, “So am I, let’s go get a drink.”
‘Twat? I cunt hear you. I think I have an ear infucktion. Tits all right, but you bare ass me again so I can finger it out.’
Seriously tho, ear infections suck. I had a severe one over the summer and the medicine they gave me caused my immune system to go nuts so I had nasty ears and nasty hives.
Hope you feel better soon.
Yikes, catsix! Antibiotic allergies suck. Make sure you find out exactly what medicine it was, and keep a record of it. So far, I’m allergic to three antibiotics, and two others make my kidneys fail, so I have to be careful of what I am prescribed.
Yes, of course I clicked on this thread expecting a discussion of ear infections and hearing losses.
“Lying sack of shit”? Why, no, of course not. Whatever are you suggesting?
Wow, what a nice tight snatch!
No thanks, I’m not hungry at the moment.
Why oh, why are these antibiotic pills so HUGE!? It takes me 5 minutes to get them down my gullet. Stupid ear infucktion.
Why would you want to tie back your tits, lucie?
That sucks! You must dread getting ill!
[more hijack]I made it to “Enlightened Sage”, and then gave it up to preserve my sanity, marriage and job.[/more hijack]
I’m a good girl. I take my horse pills. I put the drops in that make me even deafer. I do this for a week and a half and expect good results. Only I don’t get them. My jaw is now stiff. My neck doesn’t do to good a job turning, my glands are so swollen you could actually tell right through my really, really fat face. So I call my doctor. He tells me something that I think I must have misheard.
Oh no, what I heard is not what he said, what he actually said was “Come in. We need to see if we need to go to an eerie function.” Right? Nope. Ok, how 'bout “We need to plumb some conjunctions.”
What he said was, “Come in. We need to see if you have to get YOUR EARDRUM PUNCTURED.”
AARRRGGGGgaaah
I’m a good girl. I take my horse pills. I put the drops in that make me even deafer. I do this for a week and a half and expect good results. Only I don’t get them. My jaw is now stiff. My neck doesn’t do to good a job turning, my glands are so swollen you could actually tell right through my really, really fat face. So I call my doctor. He tells me something that I think I must have misheard.
Oh no, what I heard is not what he said, what he actually said was “Come in. We need to see if we need to go to an eerie function.” Right? Nope. Ok, how 'bout “We need to plumb some conjunctions.”
What he said was, “Come in. We need to see if you have to get YOUR EARDRUM PUNCTURED.”
AARRRGGGGgaaah
I’ve always gone with “Twat’s that you say? Twat? I cunt hair you! I’m sorry, I cunt finger out what you’re saying…”
And BigGirl, get better soon.
LC