I saw this chap on the Internet and it reminded me that I used to have a nose ring too. Unfortunately I lost it. I'm not sure but I think it went when I were stuck into a cheese and pickle barm cake and I reckon it fell into it and I swallowed it because I had this strange sensation. I knew it wouldn't be the barm cake as Mr Holroyd the baker is most particular. As I were saying I reckon I swallowed the nose ring and so I thought what goes in must come out again. Next time I went for a poo I took a knife with me so that I could cut it up and find the errant jewellery. Trouble was it turned out to be one of them phantom turds and when I looked in bog it had already slithered round the bend. So that were the end of me facial adornments.
Any road it's time for me medication and then off to bed. Night, chuck.
Manky
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