A bit like my Cat's supporting mate, his birthday is on St Patricks Day, so we went to the races last Wednesday. I'm certain we left each other on good terms, as I tipped him a couple of winners. The ungrateful **** hasn't returned my call or sms of condolences about the footy yet.To busy trying to hang some *smile* on him for sympathy. Prick totally ruined my evening by hiding all night, found a reply on my phone this morning, so he's sort of unfolded from the foetal position.
The poor soul has only just got over the GF