Selfies piss me off.
The reason being is they just do which I feel is a reasonable and equitable reason to be pissed off about fcuking selfies.
Anyway, the story is that the ol' Doc took the stitches outa my head the other week but, there were a couple of stubborn fcukas that wanted to stay put.
When they stitched my lolly up, they used nylon stitches instead of cat gut stitches and the bastards aint moving.
Well a few times I've had a good ol' tug (at the stitches, the stitches) and they're locked in.
The ol' doc said that if I can't get 'em out then he'll cut 'em out.
Being a champion of non pain, a blokes been shakin' like a dog sh1ttin' gutter bolts just at the thought of it all.
As my Dad once said, you've just gotta bite the bullet sometimes son.
So the moral to the story is, don't go to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning and get the 'ol doc outa bed to fix ya up or you'll piss him off and get nylon stitches that are a #$%* to get out.