No sperm jokes, no humping references, no pornographic vitamins, and no psychotic ranting about sub-fertility.
(quit the booing down the back you bollocks)
The inappropriate amount of paracetamol & codeine I've been popping all day thanks to the brace of teenage Christmases past has taken hold and I've begun hallucinating.
So for now, I'll just give you a glimpse of what I have to put up with EVERY feckin day. Welcome to my Holland....
Taken a few months back outside our home. The Dutch are f*&^%ing bonkers.