With his legs now freed of their epidermis, only time would tell if the ibuprofen gel would continue to work. But of course, over time, its anaesthetic effect wore off. Agony ensued.
If the eczema had been unbearable, this was doubly so. He applied more gel and it worked, but he knew the effect would only be temporary. How could he possibly live his life this way? He couldn’t.
He then planned his exit. He looked down at his raw thighs and calves objectively.
Feeling peckish, he decided upon his last meal.
And soon, he really was in a stew.
Jamie Clapperton about 1 year ago
I don't know whether to grooooooan or scrreeeeeeam Neville :-) :-)
Christopher about 1 year ago
I think I'll do both!
Drew Martyn about 1 year ago
Me too. Deliciously dark, in every sense of the word :)
Neville Hunt about 1 year ago
I think it was leg au vin as he certainly wasn’t planning to provide a coq.
Jeff Taylor about 1 year ago
Ewww! 😊 Although, I must admit. If I was given the option to try a "Jeff Burger" made with lab cultured muscle cells from me, I certainly would. Or maybe a leg steak?