This is where my wum mastery, and my skilful owning of Pixie comes in handy, as it keeps you lads entertained during the dry months.
I still derive a modicum of amusement from it, but not as much as I used to.
I am not a fan of turkey-shooting.
I don’t even think poch will go to Madrid, yet I’ve got 15 pages of you crying about it, raging and ****ing up left right and centre on here.
And you think you’ve wummed me


