Dear Madam,
For many years now you and I have had an unspoken agreement about the terms of our relationship. You indulge fairly occasionally (once or twice a month) giving me plenty of time to recover between drinking sessions while I faithfully process all toxins you feed to me.
But now I find you have broken the terms of our agreement and I must protest.
Three nights in a row of steady drinking is completely unacceptable!! I find no time to recover before you bombard me with yet more alcohol and fatty foods.
This must stop, or else I will be forced to abandon you and find work elsewhere.
You have been warned.
Yours resentfully,
Your Liver
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Ooooh, how very Phantom of The Opera.... Phantom of my Liver, Liver of my Opera... Hmm, perhaps I need to put a bit more work in there... Oh well... Do tell us what prompted said bender and the revolt of your liver, some of us are bored.
Nothing that exciting I'm afraid, just out on the piss Thur, Fri & Sat and my body is protesting.
Damn not having email at work, damn it all to hell...
Damn also the inability of a bank to pay me on time...
Still, I'll soon have money again (hoorah) and I can get my liver complaining again... It's been mostly other parts that have been complaining lately. St Pats is coming up and it's my last day of work here...
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