When the dog bit into my hand and started rag dolling it, snarling like a vicious ****, I remember going completely calm. I relaxed, even through the pain, gave no resistance, until I felt the jaws relax, and I pulled my hand away. Instinct kicked in. If I hadn't been in my mate's house, I would probably have kicked the dog to death.
Probably the best place to go back then, if feeling down and a bit mental, hit the sunderland board...it was fully off ****ing nutters, and ****ing class.
I'm pretty sure that post there will be his way in I expect he'll counter that with the continuous low blood pressure dizzy spells he encounters with every erection.
I've heard that, when he used to have sex, back in the 70s, Bambs had to wear a pressure suit, like fighter jet pilots, to help squeeze the blood from his balls to his brain, so he could maintain his performance.
Was on a promise tonight with the mrs, off the back of a united victory that would have been lovely, but here I am, alone, downstairs because both kids have decided it’s cock block oclock.
