This particular post is difficult for me to compose. After reporting with glee the buffoonery of various members losing their phones whilst inebriated, it pains me to report that I have joined this esteemed band of eejits. After swigging copious amounts of lager, I discovered after stumbling through my front door, that my phone was no longer in my possession. I rang up G-Spot who tried to track down my phone in the George, but it was well and truly west. I rang it myself, but whoever purloined my mobile had switched it off. Oh well, I have finally opened my 2007 buffoon account.
2 comments:
av ya checked mcdonalds ya landlovin soft bellied piece a mackeral bait.
Yours Pirately
BlackBeard
I suspect me treasure to be buried somewhere on e-bay.
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