The Large One
Who's Next?
I live opposite a church, and there are loads of people turning up in suits. You know, the sort of style of suits normally reserved for the dock.
It appears someone (alright, two people) is getting married. TODAY. Un-f***ing-believable. All they had to do was look at the fictures. Jeez, that's one life under the thumb starting today.
Alternatively, it could just be that they don't like football, in which case they can just clear out of my neighbourhood. People who don't like football don't come very high in my estimation.
It appears someone (alright, two people) is getting married. TODAY. Un-f***ing-believable. All they had to do was look at the fictures. Jeez, that's one life under the thumb starting today.
Alternatively, it could just be that they don't like football, in which case they can just clear out of my neighbourhood. People who don't like football don't come very high in my estimation.