Cosy Old Cardigan

By Stacebob

Desperate Mornings... for desperate measures! After fun times at last nights' pub quiz, my lady biology came crashing down on me like a ton of nightmare-inducing, soul-crushingly painful bricks. Sweet sweet porridge and a ton of pills were the only thing for it. Stupid tummy. And back. And head. And weirdly knees...

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