Saturday, August 15, 2009

If I were a betting dog...

I'd bet there's a good chance you know who turns her tail between her legs retreat into a half Nelson somersault flounce and returns soon with a 'at last the troof can be told about what they done to me and my god how they forced me out of this forum that I love and my god is the true voice for Madeleine Beth McCann."

Treasure, a word of advice: you might just get away with all you done if you just sit quietly in the lounge and have another fag. Besides which, if you go back to the computer you might miss your chance to nail whoever's stalking the bin in your front garden my god.

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