When your girlfriend walks into the room - straight past you!
And straight past me! And into the arms of the loving Luke Meehan I say that we have failed.
I do not blame our girlfriends. They are free and powerful. And despite your many public failures I do not blame you. Or even me for those matters that if they should ever become public, might, by the least knowlegeable, be considered less than ideal. Or you mum.
When you say that I am a narcissist I say that I am not yet that successful and put you in a long arm bar. (Just for a joke - long arm bars are easily broken.)
But let us get back to the melodrama of Australian Interpretations Football misdiagnosis! All power to *smile* up!
But Luke Meehan. With his girth and his real titties. He *smile* our girlfriends. Oh. They love only him.
He hurts our players. Them and the wives. He is a one-man soviet of wife annhilation/seduction.
Little Ivvy left the club because Luke the woman's man. (Play Bee Gees song.)
Luke Meehan is DP everybody.