is brought to you by the letter "S".
"S" is for surgeon whose hands will remove that fat, festering toad squatting in my southern hemisphere.
All prep is done...liquids drunk, Fleet's fleeted, hairs tipped in power points of brilliant Eggplant purple and all that jazz.
Here's to you Doctor, sir, to the return of health to this aging frame, to the man who shares my heart, to the friends and family who love me...
to...
Life.
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