Poor poor me!
Oh Prom, you just want some sympathy cause your so pathetic.
I have a quarter for you. Call somebody who cares.
Get well soon you sap!
"Hey you... yeah you, Lard Ass!"
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"Hey you... yeah you, Lard Ass!" ?
Why I outa!
Are you insinuating my XS11 makes my butt looks big?
Who are you kidding trying to draw on our heart strings like that?Everyone knows only the good die young.So it looks like you'll be gracing our presence for a looong time.
On the other hand are you setting up a good smoke screen to avoid the new taxes coming our way?
I digress, glad to hear we'll still have live entertainment here.
Get well soon
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Wow!
Hey Prom,
I have not been on the forum for a while... quite a while! I sold my Half-Breed and the sheer depression of it has kept me off. So I get on today and BLAMO even WORSE depression!
Take care Prom. I hope you follow all the good advice you are getting. Obviously your mind is still warped (normal) and you are able to type. (Are you using one of those wands in your teeth?)
Any way TAKE CARE!!! I am older than you and you scared me!!
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Hi Ivan,
then there's the true story of the four Winnipeg gay-bashers who were going to beat up a slim young fellow for being a homosexual.
He explained that while his sex life was none of their concern they should know that he was the Western Canadian middleweight karate champion.
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Hey Ivan
Look at it this way, you can lose weight and get your meds....yeah we can fix that.
He can get a nose job, cheek implants, chin worked over, eyes lifted or whatever the heck they do to them....yeah we can fix that to.
However, if you don't listen up and do something about those medical issues....well.....as Ron White put it "you can't fix stupid". (Said with the best intentions and concern for your well being
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Well, Prom, its like this.
My doctor said I am morbidly obease, my cholesterol is out of whack, my triglyphoriders are wrong, my blood pressure is terrible, I should exercise more and start eating right or I would die at a young age.
I told him he was f'n ugly, and if he didnt shut up, he'd die a lot sooner than I would.
Wouldnt you know it, his narrow butt out ran me, and I couldnt get a grip round his pencil neck.
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Let's see:
Middle aged? Yup, 45.
Overweight? Yup, 240 at 6'02"
Lardass? Well, I could use some there. I suffer from the white man's no butt syndrome. Better buy some suspenders as my pants keep getting pushed down by my gutt.
Smoker? Yup, all started five years ago during a divorce.
Indestructible? Hell no! Found that out about five years ago as well. Legs vs aircraft (wheel).
Whether you want to hear it or not, I hope you are improving. Get well.
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Hey Prom,
Glad to see you made it back!
You can abuse me a little if'n it'll makeya feel better
STOPwriting so much.
You know: Off your a** and on your feet. Out of the cool and in the heat
Congratulations on your good fortune.
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Lets tell it like it is!
C'mon people, lets just tell it like it is. Prom just wanted a rest and he chose a place where he could pinch a few nurses. Noth'in more than that!
Prom, let an old guy from the swamp give you some advice on living a long life. Smoke less...bitch more....suck the heads when eating crawfish.
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Sorry to hear about your problem Prom, I enjoy your wit, you'd best get better, we have yet to have it out.Leave a comment:
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Well you'll never get a brain tumor...
I'm 52 on Wednesday. I run out of breath changing the TV channel. Children point and stare at me. I can wheeze the alphabet. I wipe my arse with a rag on a stick. My underpants are currently appearing on the main mast of the Cutty Sark. My Doctor refuses to see me anymore. I smoke 50 a day. I can't change my mind without resting half way through. My shadow runs faster than I do. My knees snap, crackle and pop more than rice krispies. I'm retained by the local Hospice to come in twice a week to cheer the folks up. Fork lift operators eye me quizzically. I have no idea what my penis looks like.
And yet...
My cholesterol level is low, I don't have diabetes, my blood pressure is normal and my triglycerides are within normal levels. My liver and kidney function are normal and my heart is fine.
It's just not fair.
Get well soon you thing of unspeakable evil you!
Dan
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Sooner!
Hi prom,
you greedy beggar, I had to wait until I was 57 years old to have mine. If you only had yours last Wednesday the worst is yet to come.
The Rehab Nazi Lady will appear at your bedside and fix you with her beady eye.
"You will join the Heart Attack Survivor Group!
You will attend the rehab lectures!
You will go to the indoor track to do the laps and the workouts!
You will revise your diet according to these instructions!
You will never eat anything with salt in it again!
Ever!"
This while you lay weak and helpless in the ICU cot and are powerless to resist.
So, OK, you go along with this and trudge round the track with all the other heart attack survivors and like prisoners anywhere, you talk, you swap stories.
But you are the new boy. They have all had bigger and better heart attacks than yours and they have all been closer to death's door than you were.
This gets real old after a while so I quit going. I got me a 60lb husky-shepherd cross dog from the pound and she takes me for a one hour drag around the neighborhood every day.
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so just start slow, and let it build up like a good old steam engine...
MY MOM will show you the way..take care of yourself...
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