Tell me something, Cripple Dave ... are you fat?
The last pic I saw of you showed evidence of obesity setting in. Remember, you still had an empty plate on your knee?
Is that why you’re spraining your wrist and wobbling down the block now? Trying to lose a little weight?
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahaaa!!
Well ... I know you have a gammy leg ... and that it causes you severe pain ... and because of it, you now live on painkillers. You’ve probably developed an addiction to them.
Let me see ... you spend most of your day off your feet ... and as time passed you by, you ended up picking masses of weight up ... which just aggravated the foot even more, making things a lot worse.
Your wife saw your disgusting condition and told you to get some exercise in.
Does that sound about right?
So ... you decide to hit the weights ... but ... seeing as you’ve never done a simple sit-up in your life, you went in totally ignorant and ended up spraining your weedy wrist.
You’re wife then suggested going for a walk ... and said she’d walk with you. So off you wobbled, all loaded up on painkillers, using her to support you ... determined to walk to the end of the bock and back (200m) ... only to arrive back home 2 and a half hours later, half dead, covered in sweat.
That’s when you told Mozart how you hit the weights for 2 and half hours every day ... and that you follow it up with a 2 and half hour wobble ... errr ... I mean shuffle .. err ... I mean walk ... everyday.
As is usually the case ... you left a few things out, didn’t you Cripple Dave?
As I said ... you just can’t help yourself. Lying is all you know.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahaaa!!
What I find even more hilarious is that you got wifey dearest to bring you your laptop and while in bed on your back, you threatened Shezza with a beating ... calling him a girl and whatever else.
Tell me something, HopAlong ... what were you going to beat him with? Your walking stick?
No, Cripple Dave ... I won’t be accepting any olive branch from you, no matter what you cover it in.
You are a sad little man.
I will however give you a little advice ... losing weight starts in the kitchen. It's pointless going for a 2 and a half hour wobble if you're still stuffing your face with pies and pizza.


