At least I've played cricket
Cricket World Cup: So am thinking of heading over to the World Cup in the Windies as Mr. H.Marshall - no-one will know! I bat just as good as he does. It's fair to say we're fucked now, Vincent a.k.a Buttface, has gone with a limp wrist thanks to secret agent man, Tuffey has gone and so there is no-one to play guitar and sing 10 guitars for the boys, Dizzy is still lame and apparently can bowl but not throw. Otherwise I was starting to rate our chances of getting into the semi's.
I've also decided to apply for a job in a fried chicken restaurant in Bermuda, as there is one hungry mofo heading home, and we all know fried chicken is slimming. Go the Rock Leverock! the working man's hero.
Apparently Inzi sat on Bob's face and that is why there is no marks, and explains the vomit.
I've also decided to apply for a job in a fried chicken restaurant in Bermuda, as there is one hungry mofo heading home, and we all know fried chicken is slimming. Go the Rock Leverock! the working man's hero.
Apparently Inzi sat on Bob's face and that is why there is no marks, and explains the vomit.
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