we finally get a picture of antie vera!

she looks better than i pictured…

Haven’t listened to the show yet but are you sure that isn’t Cheryl in the album art, using toilet roll to muffle her hiccups a al Andaids and his half tonne poop

what a perfectly normal program! good work.
Hang in there cheryl!

Oh god poor Cheryl. I want to hug her and her prolapse. I wish I had a job so I could send gifts.

Great grum! Love the hiccoughs, glad it wasn’t me. Sorry that WWW is not being very supportive. Some people suck when the going gets tough.

Does Cheryl have a goddamned Amazon wishlyps or something?!

I can’t find nowhere to send her cancer gifts to!

Ditto on the Amazon wish list. C’moooon Cheryl. What’s the point of getting tancer if you don’t get free stuff out of it?

i just want to crawl into bed with Cheryl,
push her lapse in and hold her hand.

Cheryl, you’ll be back to normal and
smoke-aye again before you know it, hon-aye.

Remember, NO SMOKING!

Please feel perfectly normal again Cheryl, you’re great. I’m addicted to your dulcid tones & I certainly would’nt want anything to happen to you mokay. Stick with nurse Mary for the RV’s, she sounds gooouuuuaaaad.
The image of Rilch in her hospital bed with tibetan bowl sounds & Dr Lypswood hovering over her shouting relentless perfectly normalz advice: another seminal moment Madge.

Doing the show actually cured the hiccups.
Love the Rillz hate the Tancer!

Truly, where the fuck is Andaids??

“Please don’t do that to each other.”

Those drugs are dangerous, they try to kill and break down all your cells… that’s why chemo is so bad, because our medicine doesn’t differentiate between cancer cells and your good cells. Your hair falls out because the medicine kills the hair follicles along with killing the cancer and all that other stuff. Ain’t no-one gunna be all up in them chemo meds if they ain’t got the tancer.

Anywayz, don’t know what to tell ya, we’re several degrees apart socially and can’t say much about you- but you make me happy with your grums and you deserve to be happy too. Hope you get well and are happy for a good portion of your life, grow a baby in a tube and abort it or something, whatever hits your clit.

Prol to prol for another day.

I’m really sorry for what you’re going through, Cheryl. My dad went to Chemo a few years ago and he was also a mess sometimes.

Granted, he wasn’t a leathery, 3/4 of a lung owning, tancer ridden, child mo… oh, sorry, you were acquitted on those charges, beautiful smoker… but still.
It was quite the mess.

Hang in there, Honaids!

P.S. I would send you $ if the Polish zloty wasn’t crashing through the floor…

I’m sending Cheryl a kiss from across the border. Life just ain’t fair. F—ing tancer. There are people I’d wish the tancer on, but not you, my little prolapsed friend.