Cancer Can Fuck Off - For Him

Well, this is a fucking liberty. As if knowing you wasn't already enough of an emotional endurance event, you've now given me something proper to worry about. I was perfectly happy worrying about your driving and whatever the fuck you thought that haircut was. Now everyone's being terribly delicate around you, which must be confusing after years of being called a knobhead. Rest assured, I'm maintaining standards. I'll bring snacks, provide lifts and intercept anyone arriving with a miracle diet they found on Facebook. You concentrate on whatever you need to do. Being an inspirational poster is not on the list. You're still my favourite pain in the arse, and underneath all this piss-taking, I love you an unreasonable amount. Roast with love x