When my dog Satisfaction got into difficulty in the sea. Twelve Irish fans went in after it. Eleven were swept off to their deaths by strong currents. The twelfth came back empty-handed. Told me he couldn't get no Satisfaction. The whole place cracked up: emergency services, relatives of the dead, everyone. Then he insisted that he should be my dog from now on. Follows me round on all fours. Does all the housework and everything. I feed him dog food. What a legend.
(, Wed 22 Jun 2016, 17:01, Reply)
and sort out this Brexit fiasco for us please?
(, Wed 22 Jun 2016, 17:03, Reply)