I was in Tesco this afternoonand while waiting for Mrs S to do whatever the fuck she was doing, I stood with a load of other blokes watching the last ten minutes of the Milwall/Swindon play-off making grunting noises along with the rest of them.
A few minutes later, Mrs S taps me on the shoulder and said 'Oh come on, you haven't got a clue what's going on with the football anyway'
I had to agree and sloped away
I could feel the pitying stares from behind
(A few minutes later, Mrs S taps me on the shoulder and said 'Oh come on, you haven't got a clue what's going on with the football anyway'
I had to agree and sloped away
I could feel the pitying stares from behind
Griffin Saver Something, something, 2006, something.,
Sat 29 May 2010, 19:10,
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