anything with Adam Sandler in.
my mouth, it just wont shut up
My swollen liver. But on the plus side any cannibal is going to be able to make some fantastic foie gras for my wake.
Suddenly and without warning being an unsociable cnut.
Either my 'roids, my very hairy toes or the strange lumps that have grown on the bottom of my feet. Thankfully I'm married so none of this matters.

bathwithkirsty 10:32,
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The moat, hasn't been cleaned in months.
The fold that forms just above my belly when I sit down. I would probably be okay with it were it not for the constant bombardment of images in the media depicting thin people, suggesting that it is somehow unnatural to carry around a huge blob of heaving, beer and junk-food created sweatiness upon ones abdomen.

jesusandmaryjane 9:39,
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my utter, utter lack of ambition. personal or professional.
my Darwin's tubercle. it just sits there and does nowt