And now he's neg repped me. That's his work done for the day. A wee pat on the head from his master and he can crawl back up his ****ter. All hail the Nevster!
Absolutely raging. Gonna head to the gym, crank the treadmill up to 8 and run and run till the beel's subsided. Probably need to hit the 10 mile mark such is the fury that's boiling away inside me.
I'm leaving early so I can kick some cats, so infuriated am I at Edge receiving imaginary PMs from fellow Taigs on my behalf. I don't think I will ever live down the shame.