The weekend? I had 31 fucking days for some innocuous comment about some cunt’s wife (I think).
They were better times stubby, alas I’ve not spoken to the cliquey blinders in about 2 years.
Splendid.
You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve decided not to plague the world with any baby Bubba’s just yet Stubbs. When that changes I’ll let you know; maybe you could be godfather, or at least teach them about stones. Real ones, not that faux-Cotswold shite.
I hate you too, stubby; more than is possible to explain in words. But, in times of need, I’m happy to oblige with spastic-eradication.
That reminds me, how are the kids?