Good News!! I Don't Have Cancer.

I visited the Skin Cancer Clinic due to becoming increasingly alarmed by a mole on my leg near my hip. I've worried about it for a few years but when it developed a separate head that I had to share beers with while it barracked for the All Blacks I decided enough was enough. He had to go. The Doctor at the Skin Cancer Clinic was someone presenting as a male of African descent and affable charm. Of course in these days of gender fluidity it's quite possible that the next time I see him he will be Scarlett Johansson. After a brief chat with Molehead he agreed with me that expulsion was the only option.

Good.

cheers big ears     jack the dancer is like a hitch hiker     very easy to pick up      harder to drop off

Lucky it didn't moletiply---

WD for dealing with a serious matter