I beat Cancer ... I hope :)

Wobbie

PJ_ROCKS wrote:

hey Rob, just wanted to stop by and say hi. hope your feeling ok!!!

sending some good (((vibes))) your way~

Thanks, Ron. We finally got some snow today! Gracie is loving it

Wobbie

well, I'm back at the chemo place for my bi-weekly dose. this place is usually packed with patients but today I'm the only one. did the others get cured....or did they croak? :shock:

today is treatment #7 of 12, so I'm "getting there." I don't like coming here because it means I'm gonna feel like shit for a week. On the other hand, last week was good for me....checked out a great new bar/restaurant on friday night and went up to park city a few days ago to see a bunch of guys I used to work with who were here to ski in our meager snow. in both instances, my alcohol intake was a little excessive :shock: . hey....I deserve it now and then.

all in all, I feel I am definitely kicking cancer's sorry ass. the thing that bugs me is the fact I will have this colonoscopy forever . I told my doctor this today and we had a laugh over the fact that I got this little gift because of my cancer's "location, location, location." well, it is what it is....things could certainly be worse and I've just got to keep on keeping on.

PJ_ROCKS

hang in Rob!!! tougher then nails i tell ya!!!

Halifax2TheMax

Rob,

7 of 12? Man, it seems like just a few weeks ago you were starting this. Now, you're almost 3/4s of the way through. Man, you're one tough dude! Hang in there and keep kicking the shit out of that cancer. You're heading down the home stretch. I hope you feel better for the weekend and get to enjoy the football. There should be some great games. And check your PMs as I sent you a football related message.

Hang tough and give Gracie a pat for me. Does she still have her bone?

Peace!

Wobbie

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Hang tough and give Gracie a pat for me. Does she still have her bone?

Peace!

the bone hasn't even been broken out yet. she already has 3-4 similar that she likes to leave where I can stumble over them in my bare feet

the gorilla is in the "to be sewed" pile. :roll:

I took her to the park this morning.....she ran her little ass off...but the 16 degrees literally about did me in. Due to the chemo, my face and fingers were numb.....and NOT comfortably!

Halifax2TheMax

imalive wrote:

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Hang tough and give Gracie a pat for me. Does she still have her bone?

Peace!

the bone hasn't even been broken out yet. she already has 3-4 similar that she likes to leave where I can stumble over them in my bare feet

the gorilla is in the "to be sewed" pile. :roll:

I took her to the park this morning.....she ran her little ass off...but the 16 degrees literally about did me in. Due to the chemo, my face and fingers were numb.....and NOT comfortably!

Do you need a flask? Or is drinking before Noon frowned upon in your parts?

ShimmyMommy

Hang in there, Rockin Rob!!! I know I have been lax...sorry. Bad Shimmy! :oops:

You can always think of it as 5 left to go...the number is smaller that way. :shifty: I know it doesn't take away the feeling like crap...but it's worth a go.

Hang in there! I am, as always, sending love, light and hugs. xo :wave:

Wobbie

I got my bi-weekly shot of a drug called Neulasta yesterday....it keeps the white blood cell count up (to fight infections) but, damn, it's some nasty shit. here's a couple of possible side effects:

What are possible serious side effects of Neulasta®?

Spleen Rupture. Your spleen may become enlarged and can rupture while taking Neulasta®. A ruptured spleen can cause death. The spleen is located in the upper left section of your stomach area. Call your doctor right away if you have pain in the left upper stomach area or left shoulder tip area. This pain could mean your spleen is enlarged or ruptured.

A serious lung problem called acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS). Call your doctor or seek emergency care right away if you have shortness of breath, trouble breathing, or a fast rate of breathing.

:shock: :shock:

no wonder doctors pay so much for malpractice insurance. "Call your doctor right away" :roll:

Who Princess

imalive wrote:

I got my bi-weekly shot of a drug called Neulasta yesterday....it keeps the white blood cell count up (to fight infections) but, damn, it's some nasty shit. here's a couple of possible side effects:

What are possible serious side effects of Neulasta®?

Spleen Rupture. Your spleen may become enlarged and can rupture while taking Neulasta®. A ruptured spleen can cause death. The spleen is located in the upper left section of your stomach area. Call your doctor right away if you have pain in the left upper stomach area or left shoulder tip area. This pain could mean your spleen is enlarged or ruptured.

A serious lung problem called acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS). Call your doctor or seek emergency care right away if you have shortness of breath, trouble breathing, or a fast rate of breathing.

:shock: :shock:

no wonder doctors pay so much for malpractice insurance. "Call your doctor right away" :roll:

Once I asked a nurse about the side effects of something I was taking and she told me don't EVER read the package insert for a prescription because you'll be too scared to take it. So most of the time I try not to over react.

But that sounds like some serious shit! I guess it takes really badass drugs to kick cancer's ass. Unfortunately it sounds like it's kicking your ass too. :shock:
Yeah, and "call your doctor right away" if you can get to the phone while you're in acute respiratory distress. :wtf: :crazy:

Wobbie

Who Princess wrote:

I guess it takes really badass drugs to kick cancer's ass. Unfortunately it sounds like it's kicking your ass too. :shock:
Yeah, and "call your doctor right away" if you can get to the phone while you're in acute respiratory distress. :wtf: :crazy:

it is kicking my ass...I've basically spent the day in bed :x

two and a half months to go...

PJ_ROCKS

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

imalive wrote:

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Hang tough and give Gracie a pat for me. Does she still have her bone?

Peace!

the bone hasn't even been broken out yet. she already has 3-4 similar that she likes to leave where I can stumble over them in my bare feet

the gorilla is in the "to be sewed" pile. :roll:

I took her to the park this morning.....she ran her little ass off...but the 16 degrees literally about did me in. Due to the chemo, my face and fingers were numb.....and NOT comfortably!

Do you need a flask? Or is drinking before Noon frowned upon in your parts?

and the answer is, it does not matter what time it is!!!

Wobbie

PJ_ROCKS wrote:

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Do you need a flask? Or is drinking before Noon frowned upon in your parts?

and the answer is, it does not matter what time it is!!!

I feel not one little bit like a drink

oh well...comfy bed, PJ20 deluxe, football....it could be worse

he.who.forgets

imalive wrote:

PJ_ROCKS wrote:

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Do you need a flask? Or is drinking before Noon frowned upon in your parts?

and the answer is, it does not matter what time it is!!!

I feel not one little bit like a drink

oh well...comfy bed, PJ20 deluxe, football....it could be worse

And that attitidue is precisely why you're beating cancer...Hoping you're feeling better tomorrow, Rob.

norm

Who Princess wrote:

Once I asked a nurse about the side effects of something I was taking and she told me don't EVER read the package insert for a prescription because you'll be too scared to take it. So most of the time I try not to over react.

Side effects by Steve Martin

Halifax2TheMax

imalive wrote:

I got my bi-weekly shot of a drug called Neulasta yesterday....it keeps the white blood cell count up (to fight infections) but, damn, it's some nasty shit. here's a couple of possible side effects:

What are possible serious side effects of Neulasta®?

Spleen Rupture. Your spleen may become enlarged and can rupture while taking Neulasta®. A ruptured spleen can cause death. The spleen is located in the upper left section of your stomach area. Call your doctor right away if you have pain in the left upper stomach area or left shoulder tip area. This pain could mean your spleen is enlarged or ruptured.

A serious lung problem called acute respiratory distress syndrome (ARDS). Call your doctor or seek emergency care right away if you have shortness of breath, trouble breathing, or a fast rate of breathing.

:shock: :shock:

no wonder doctors pay so much for malpractice insurance. "Call your doctor right away" :roll:

Scene:
A saloon in a vastly remote location along the wilds of the Great Salt Lake. Wide rough hewn clapboards side the establishment, keeping the constant wind in check, while inside, stuffed animal heads decorate the walls, including deer, bear, mountain lion, jackelope and bighorn sheep, even the bartender’s trusty Lab, killed defending his owner while being attacked by an onerary and determined ram. Christmas lights behind the bar, sawdust on the floor, tobacco signs advertising smokes and chew and a jukebox in the corner loaded mostly with country and western, with a few rock n roll signatures thrown in for the out of Towner’s, round out the establishment. Three roughnecks sit comfortably around a small cocktail table in rickety Windsor chairs, easy with the history and age of the place, as well as relaxed in leaning back in precarious abandonment of the unstable furniture in which they rest their achy bones and ease their minds. Half full pint glasses, empty beer bottles and several shot glasses per participant litter the table.
Roughneck 1: “Have you heard of that badass down Salt Lake way?”
Roughneck 2: “Yea I reckon some.”
Roughneck 3: “No, I ain’t, figurin’ there ain’t been a bad ass since ole Mitt ran.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, shit, there’s this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, who is one serious badass.”
Roughneck 3: “Yea? How so?”
Roughneck 1: “Well, for one, he’s kickin’ the shit out of some affliction called cancer. Thought it had him but woes no.”
Roughneck 3: “Ah shit, having cancer don’t make no one a badass. Salt Lake is full of fairies.”
Roughneck 2: “Damn right, having no cancer don’t make you no badass, ‘specially comin’ from Salt Lake.”
Roughneck 1: “Well let me tell you, this guy Rob, he’s one serious badass mother fucker and you know why?”
Roughneck 2 & 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you tell me and keep me from comin’ out of my suspense and burstin’ my brain?”
Roughneck 1: “Lemme tell you, this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, is such a bad ass, he can live without his spleen! And damn, that ain’t never been done before.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “ Yea, and not only that, but when he has trouble breathing, you know like when you have too many smokes or bong hits and he’s in respiratory distress, you know what he does, huh you know?”
Roughneck 2: “Breaths in and outta a paper bag?”
Roughneck 3: “Pukes?”
Roughneck 1: “Hell no’s, he swims underwater in the Great Salt Lake for a mile and a half and then turns around and swims back to where he started, like that Olypimad fellow, Mikeal Phelps.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “Yea, really. But that ain’t what makes him so badass. What does, see, is he’s a San Francisco Giants fan and a firefightin’ guy. And he climbs heights in the freezing winter with blowing snow and ice and shit to get the satellite dish to operate the TV so he can watch his ‘boys play football.”
Roughneck 2: “Oh, sweet baby Joseph Smith Bob, naw, naw, for the sweet love of all my wives, why you bringin’ San Francisco into it? And that city of sin?”
Roughneck 1: “I’ll tell you why! ‘Cuz it takes one serious badass mofo to a) move from the City of Sin, after a 25 year career as a firefighter, burning down firehouses and eatin’ bad food an’ all, an’ seeing all that you see in that there career, an’ savin’ all those who you might frown upon or encourage to jump, see, an’ then move to the button down state o’ Utah, with its magic underwear an’ all, Salt Lake of all places and still root for your San Francisco Giants, I know, I know, San Franny ain’t been the same since the ’05 earthquake, but still this guy, Rob, he’s seriously badass.”
Roughneck 3: “I still don’t see it.”
Roughneck 1: “Have you ever seen his fairy room? Or see him drink Newport Storm? Or a ‘gansett Porter? Or get high in a tree?”
Roughneck 3: “I reckon not.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, his fairy room, with all due respect, is totally devoted to his Giants, seats from the ol’ Candlestick, jerseys, baseball cards, photos, ticket stubs, World Series memorabilia, we’re talkin’ this room sweats devotion. And pride. And he moved it from Sin City to Salt Lake, with permission mind you, but damn. That’s badass. And you know what else?”
Roughneck 2: “What else is there? I mean, besides kickin’ some cancer’s ass, an’ all?”
Roughneck 1: “He’s married. To a gal named Codie. And he and she are kickin ass. In a day and age of walkin’ away, when all you might do is want to, and carry it out, kick the dog, Gracie, a beautiful retriever, as old as the Sawtooths but loyal as ever, this guy Rob is laughin’ and lovin’ and keepin’ on keepin’ on and goin’ to shows and football games and travelin’ far an wide and and keeping those docs on their toes and bein’ an inspiration and all. I’m tellin’ you, he’s one badass. So what if he gets the chillies and wears a snuggy while on the couch?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “yea, I reckon’.”
Scene:
They down their last shots. Bar lights come up, the bartender gives last call, folks begin to shuffle toward the door. Yellow Ledbetter comes on the jukebox. The three roughnecks smile and start to sing along.
Roughneck 1: “But you really know what makes him a badass?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you keep my brain from being perplexed and let me in on your secret?”
Roughneck 1: “He waves from the porch.”

To be continued…………………

pinkbutterfly

Rob, I'm so sorry you are going through a rough time with the chemo drugs. I pray you feel better soon. *HUG*

The Juggler

hang in there rob

Wobbie

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Scene:
A saloon in a vastly remote location along the wilds of the Great Salt Lake. Wide rough hewn clapboards side the establishment, keeping the constant wind in check, while inside, stuffed animal heads decorate the walls, including deer, bear, mountain lion, jackelope and bighorn sheep, even the bartender’s trusty Lab, killed defending his owner while being attacked by an onerary and determined ram. Christmas lights behind the bar, sawdust on the floor, tobacco signs advertising smokes and chew and a jukebox in the corner loaded mostly with country and western, with a few rock n roll signatures thrown in for the out of Towner’s, round out the establishment. Three roughnecks sit comfortably around a small cocktail table in rickety Windsor chairs, easy with the history and age of the place, as well as relaxed in leaning back in precarious abandonment of the unstable furniture in which they rest their achy bones and ease their minds. Half full pint glasses, empty beer bottles and several shot glasses per participant litter the table.
Roughneck 1: “Have you heard of that badass down Salt Lake way?”
Roughneck 2: “Yea I reckon some.”
Roughneck 3: “No, I ain’t, figurin’ there ain’t been a bad ass since ole Mitt ran.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, shit, there’s this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, who is one serious badass.”
Roughneck 3: “Yea? How so?”
Roughneck 1: “Well, for one, he’s kickin’ the shit out of some affliction called cancer. Thought it had him but woes no.”
Roughneck 3: “Ah shit, having cancer don’t make no one a badass. Salt Lake is full of fairies.”
Roughneck 2: “Damn right, having no cancer don’t make you no badass, ‘specially comin’ from Salt Lake.”
Roughneck 1: “Well let me tell you, this guy Rob, he’s one serious badass mother fucker and you know why?”
Roughneck 2 & 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you tell me and keep me from comin’ out of my suspense and burstin’ my brain?”
Roughneck 1: “Lemme tell you, this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, is such a bad ass, he can live without his spleen! And damn, that ain’t never been done before.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “ Yea, and not only that, but when he has trouble breathing, you know like when you have too many smokes or bong hits and he’s in respiratory distress, you know what he does, huh you know?”
Roughneck 2: “Breaths in and outta a paper bag?”
Roughneck 3: “Pukes?”
Roughneck 1: “Hell no’s, he swims underwater in the Great Salt Lake for a mile and a half and then turns around and swims back to where he started, like that Olypimad fellow, Mikeal Phelps.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “Yea, really. But that ain’t what makes him so badass. What does, see, is he’s a San Francisco Giants fan and a firefightin’ guy. And he climbs heights in the freezing winter with blowing snow and ice and shit to get the satellite dish to operate the TV so he can watch his ‘boys play football.”
Roughneck 2: “Oh, sweet baby Joseph Smith Bob, naw, naw, for the sweet love of all my wives, why you bringin’ San Francisco into it? And that city of sin?”
Roughneck 1: “I’ll tell you why! ‘Cuz it takes one serious badass mofo to a) move from the City of Sin, after a 25 year career as a firefighter, burning down firehouses and eatin’ bad food an’ all, an’ seeing all that you see in that there career, an’ savin’ all those who you might frown upon or encourage to jump, see, an’ then move to the button down state o’ Utah, with its magic underwear an’ all, Salt Lake of all places and still root for your San Francisco Giants, I know, I know, San Franny ain’t been the same since the ’05 earthquake, but still this guy, Rob, he’s seriously badass.”
Roughneck 3: “I still don’t see it.”
Roughneck 1: “Have you ever seen his fairy room? Or see him drink Newport Storm? Or a ‘gansett Porter? Or get high in a tree?”
Roughneck 3: “I reckon not.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, his fairy room, with all due respect, is totally devoted to his Giants, seats from the ol’ Candlestick, jerseys, baseball cards, photos, ticket stubs, World Series memorabilia, we’re talkin’ this room sweats devotion. And pride. And he moved it from Sin City to Salt Lake, with permission mind you, but damn. That’s badass. And you know what else?”
Roughneck 2: “What else is there? I mean, besides kickin’ some cancer’s ass, an’ all?”
Roughneck 1: “He’s married. To a gal named Codie. And he and she are kickin ass. In a day and age of walkin’ away, when all you might do is want to, and carry it out, kick the dog, Gracie, a beautiful retriever, as old as the Sawtooths but loyal as ever, this guy Rob is laughin’ and lovin’ and keepin’ on keepin’ on and goin’ to shows and football games and travelin’ far an wide and and keeping those docs on their toes and bein’ an inspiration and all. I’m tellin’ you, he’s one badass. So what if he gets the chillies and wears a snuggy while on the couch?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “yea, I reckon’.”
Scene:
They down their last shots. Bar lights come up, the bartender gives last call, folks begin to shuffle toward the door. Yellow Ledbetter comes on the jukebox. The three roughnecks smile and start to sing along.
Roughneck 1: “But you really know what makes him a badass?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you keep my brain from being perplexed and let me in on your secret?”
Roughneck 1: “He waves from the porch.”

To be continued…………………

dude.....you are one funny motherfucker . Thanks for the laugh.

I was just quoting YB the other day...someone sent me some Chex mix with Bugles in it....remember Bugles? I love them but couldn't remember if they came in "a box or a bag"

things are good...I think the worst of the chemo wore off and I can have a good week coming up.

dottles

Hello!
Side effects of drugs - eek! I was amazed when in the States/Canada in September the warnings on adverts, we don't have them over here. Mind you, we have the NHS too, so no insurance!
Enjoy the week ahead my friend

Who Princess

Rob, that is hilarious! That has brightened up what has been a very irritating day!

PJ_ROCKS

Hey Rob

just sending some good (((vibes))) your way

Halifax2TheMax

imalive wrote:

Halifax2TheMax wrote:

Scene:
A saloon in a vastly remote location along the wilds of the Great Salt Lake. Wide rough hewn clapboards side the establishment, keeping the constant wind in check, while inside, stuffed animal heads decorate the walls, including deer, bear, mountain lion, jackelope and bighorn sheep, even the bartender’s trusty Lab, killed defending his owner while being attacked by an onerary and determined ram. Christmas lights behind the bar, sawdust on the floor, tobacco signs advertising smokes and chew and a jukebox in the corner loaded mostly with country and western, with a few rock n roll signatures thrown in for the out of Towner’s, round out the establishment. Three roughnecks sit comfortably around a small cocktail table in rickety Windsor chairs, easy with the history and age of the place, as well as relaxed in leaning back in precarious abandonment of the unstable furniture in which they rest their achy bones and ease their minds. Half full pint glasses, empty beer bottles and several shot glasses per participant litter the table.
Roughneck 1: “Have you heard of that badass down Salt Lake way?”
Roughneck 2: “Yea I reckon some.”
Roughneck 3: “No, I ain’t, figurin’ there ain’t been a bad ass since ole Mitt ran.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, shit, there’s this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, who is one serious badass.”
Roughneck 3: “Yea? How so?”
Roughneck 1: “Well, for one, he’s kickin’ the shit out of some affliction called cancer. Thought it had him but woes no.”
Roughneck 3: “Ah shit, having cancer don’t make no one a badass. Salt Lake is full of fairies.”
Roughneck 2: “Damn right, having no cancer don’t make you no badass, ‘specially comin’ from Salt Lake.”
Roughneck 1: “Well let me tell you, this guy Rob, he’s one serious badass mother fucker and you know why?”
Roughneck 2 & 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you tell me and keep me from comin’ out of my suspense and burstin’ my brain?”
Roughneck 1: “Lemme tell you, this guy Rob, down Salt Lake way, is such a bad ass, he can live without his spleen! And damn, that ain’t never been done before.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “ Yea, and not only that, but when he has trouble breathing, you know like when you have too many smokes or bong hits and he’s in respiratory distress, you know what he does, huh you know?”
Roughneck 2: “Breaths in and outta a paper bag?”
Roughneck 3: “Pukes?”
Roughneck 1: “Hell no’s, he swims underwater in the Great Salt Lake for a mile and a half and then turns around and swims back to where he started, like that Olypimad fellow, Mikeal Phelps.”
Roughneck 3: “No shit?”
Roughneck 1: “Yea, really. But that ain’t what makes him so badass. What does, see, is he’s a San Francisco Giants fan and a firefightin’ guy. And he climbs heights in the freezing winter with blowing snow and ice and shit to get the satellite dish to operate the TV so he can watch his ‘boys play football.”
Roughneck 2: “Oh, sweet baby Joseph Smith Bob, naw, naw, for the sweet love of all my wives, why you bringin’ San Francisco into it? And that city of sin?”
Roughneck 1: “I’ll tell you why! ‘Cuz it takes one serious badass mofo to a) move from the City of Sin, after a 25 year career as a firefighter, burning down firehouses and eatin’ bad food an’ all, an’ seeing all that you see in that there career, an’ savin’ all those who you might frown upon or encourage to jump, see, an’ then move to the button down state o’ Utah, with its magic underwear an’ all, Salt Lake of all places and still root for your San Francisco Giants, I know, I know, San Franny ain’t been the same since the ’05 earthquake, but still this guy, Rob, he’s seriously badass.”
Roughneck 3: “I still don’t see it.”
Roughneck 1: “Have you ever seen his fairy room? Or see him drink Newport Storm? Or a ‘gansett Porter? Or get high in a tree?”
Roughneck 3: “I reckon not.”
Roughneck 1: “Well, his fairy room, with all due respect, is totally devoted to his Giants, seats from the ol’ Candlestick, jerseys, baseball cards, photos, ticket stubs, World Series memorabilia, we’re talkin’ this room sweats devotion. And pride. And he moved it from Sin City to Salt Lake, with permission mind you, but damn. That’s badass. And you know what else?”
Roughneck 2: “What else is there? I mean, besides kickin’ some cancer’s ass, an’ all?”
Roughneck 1: “He’s married. To a gal named Codie. And he and she are kickin ass. In a day and age of walkin’ away, when all you might do is want to, and carry it out, kick the dog, Gracie, a beautiful retriever, as old as the Sawtooths but loyal as ever, this guy Rob is laughin’ and lovin’ and keepin’ on keepin’ on and goin’ to shows and football games and travelin’ far an wide and and keeping those docs on their toes and bein’ an inspiration and all. I’m tellin’ you, he’s one badass. So what if he gets the chillies and wears a snuggy while on the couch?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “yea, I reckon’.”
Scene:
They down their last shots. Bar lights come up, the bartender gives last call, folks begin to shuffle toward the door. Yellow Ledbetter comes on the jukebox. The three roughnecks smile and start to sing along.
Roughneck 1: “But you really know what makes him a badass?”
Roughneck 2 and 3 (in unison): “Why don’t you keep my brain from being perplexed and let me in on your secret?”
Roughneck 1: “He waves from the porch.”

To be continued…………………

dude.....you are one funny motherfucker . Thanks for the laugh.

I was just quoting YB the other day...someone sent me some Chex mix with Bugles in it....remember Bugles? I love them but couldn't remember if they came in "a box or a bag"

things are good...I think the worst of the chemo wore off and I can have a good week coming up.

Hey Rob,

Hope you're feeling better and having a good week. Rest up for Sunday, should be some great games on!

And ah Rob? They came in a bag.

Be well.

Peace.

Wobbie

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

dottles

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

Which one was the winner?

norm

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

key word there is tasting, not drinking

Wobbie

dottles wrote:

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

Which one was the winner?

Redbreast :thumbup:



my head is the loser.

Who Princess

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

I wondered where you'd been!
Did you have to keep tasting to make sure you got it right? :P

Wobbie

Who Princess wrote:

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

I wondered where you'd been!
Did you have to keep tasting to make sure you got it right? :P

of course!

Halifax2TheMax

imalive wrote:

Who Princess wrote:

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

I wondered where you'd been!
Did you have to keep tasting to make sure you got it right? :P

of course!

You kill me! Man, do you kill me. Ain't nothing keeping you down! Way to be Rob, way to be!

Rest that weary head of yours. I expect some awesome football tomorrow.

How many participants for the "tasting?"

Peace.

PJ_ROCKS

imalive wrote:

dottles wrote:

imalive wrote:

what makes a guy on chemo think he should participate in an Irish Whisky tasting comparison :roll:

ohhhhh....my head

Which one was the winner?

Redbreast :thumbup:



my head is the loser.

that looks really good!!!