Sausage
The wurst of the wurst.
- Dec 8, 2007
- 809
"Don't call me by my stage name"
I'm just whiling away a cheeky hour or two watching 'Twins' and that fecking advert comes on.....
Jesus, if I was stood at the airport holding a Ringo placard, being paid on commission, parked at vast and possibly unreclaimable expense due to delayed flight arrival, being jostled by thirty other owner/drivers and with a hundred miles to drive before breakfast and that scouse (not worthy of the title) twat came over and told me not to call him by his stage name I'd make him cry.
Bloody hell that bloody ad makes me boil over.
Right...back to bed.
I'm just whiling away a cheeky hour or two watching 'Twins' and that fecking advert comes on.....
Jesus, if I was stood at the airport holding a Ringo placard, being paid on commission, parked at vast and possibly unreclaimable expense due to delayed flight arrival, being jostled by thirty other owner/drivers and with a hundred miles to drive before breakfast and that scouse (not worthy of the title) twat came over and told me not to call him by his stage name I'd make him cry.
Bloody hell that bloody ad makes me boil over.
Right...back to bed.