ladbroke wrote:foot-loose wrote:ladbroke wrote:Belly buttons. I can just about stand to look at them, the thought of touching mine, or anyone elses, makes me shudder. When my son was born and the clip that clamps the belly button fell off in the bath, I nearly threw up. I had to scoop it out and flush it down the toilet. Just wrong!
The clip, the belly button or the son?
Just the stump of belly button and clip flushed down the bog. Actually after 9 pints of strong lager and a few JD and cokes I no longer give a * about belly buttons. All hail lager. I'm cured.
However the large amount of dead lamb, smothered in chilli sauce, garlic sauce and limp salad I've just eaten is making me feel just as un well. Never mind, swings and roundabouts and all that old bollocks.
Stumps, belly buttons, bogs, lager, jd, dead lambs, limp salad, swings, roundabouts and bollocks - all in one post.
Brilliant.