The Legend’s new health regimen

Is not to buy chippies or kebabs when trolleyed.
His brother, Facts (for it is he!) loves chippies too much to quit.
The Legend is cutting down smoking, too.
He only has one now, when he wants one.
He came back wellied on Saturday. No takeaway.
Made himself a salad cream sandwich instead. Classy.
Passed out in bed, face in the half-eaten sandwich.
Dog the Cat started to eat the remnants.
Then vomited them up, with a hairball.
In The Legend‘s face.
The Legend only fond out when he woke up, hungover, the next day.
Good stuff.
The Legend‘s mum was asking me when he’s going to settle down.
Find a nice girl, grow up.
My laughter seemed to worry her.

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