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On the hospital courtesy bus today and overheard conversation Chav A "I did it, boob job date set 15th Sept, just in time for christmas" Chav B "Thats great how did you get them ( I am presuming NHS) to pay for it?) Chav A "Well it took two years before the f***ing psychologist believed it was making me depressed, having flat t*ts" Chav B "Ave ya told ya mum?" Chav a "Yeah but all she could say was 'ave ya got rid of emmas nits yet?' Then she said; Thats not my job, the whol f***ing school as em, she'll only get 'em again, you shouldn't 'ave to pay for the nit lotion!!! I am just gald I wasnt a little old lady in pain waiting for a hip operation, or someone denied life saving drugs because of the cost. |