I know, it was all looking so good at HT

Work was going well, we were winning and Thatch was on her deathbed.
Then I make a cup of tea and sarnie which then fall on the floor busting two plates on the way, Palace win, my boss sends me an unreasonable amount of work to do by thursday afternoon, Thatcher doesn't die and now I'm in a foul mood

Posted By: Worzel Scrimmage, Oct 20, 00:00:08