I am booked in to visit Simon in a week or so. He has managed to snatch a bit of holiday just when I need him. Hey ho, saves my bottom from the rigours of the FURMOMETER! My new friend now has it's own blood supply - this means trouble and if not caught in time may track along to my lymphatic system. It's a cruel world, especially for ManSlave's wallet. We hear him muttering about how he could have had a Cobra? Who would want a Cobra? Where would he keep it? He mutters further about how he could clear the garage out etc... I am taking it Cobras are REALLY BIG! He further goes on about how he could drive around and feel young again? I can give him all that. Only yesterday I vomited on the kitchen floor and he stood in it first thing in the morning, that sent him hopping about. Keep you fit ManSlave, no Cobra gonna do that!
KS =^..^=