Bugger, bugger, bugger,
Just get called up and offered box seats for tomorrows semi final. Free food, free piss, served by hot Chick's wearing not a lot.
Nice and warm, wont get wet, free taxi there and home.
Call the wife - Love ya - Wake me Saturday about lunchtime and she tells me:
"Its (boys name) birthday on Saturday, but I told him we would all go out on Friday for a family dinner"
Can we make it Saturday - I plead (being thats his actual birthday). After all - we feed the little shit every night.
Apparently not.
So I grrrr'ed and moaned and showed her who the boss actually is in my house.
So tomorrow night - when you look up into the stand and see two empty seats at the front of the box - Spare a thought for me.
end rant.
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Originally Posted by Wolf
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