@FedLadSonOfAnfield I've read back. Bin her and move on. Some inspirational words for you to consider for the next one. We done our thing We have evolved We're up on our hind legs The problem solved We are artists We are mathematicians Some of us hold extremely high positions But we are tired We're hardly breathing And we're free Go tell the women that we're leaving We're sick and tired Of all this self-serving grieving All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon And maybe a bit more in the evening We are scientists We do genetics We leave religion To the psychos and fanatics But we are tired We got nothing to believe in We are lost Go tell the women that we're leaving We done our thing We're hip to the sound Of six billion people Going down We are magicians We are deceiving We are free and we're lost Go tell the women that we're leaving
Dribbles jokes are getting insane, he's just making them up now. Throwing words at a page and not even considering if they make sense.
ooh grinderman is good feeling good today after bit of hemming and hawing yesterday ,,, just over it man. done i'll let her figure it out
I ****ing love it, I sit there wondering if it's me and that I don't understand. He could be a genius.
Imo that opportunity one now. There is no onus on you to maintain a charade to make her happy on her holiday with another man. Ignore all texts and let him deal with the tears. Harsh?
he's one of the best lyricists around not hard when 99% of what gets put into song lyrics is utter ****e but even against the good stuff he's up there
Nah probably the best thing to leave it alone I drafted a last message yesterday but don't think I'll send it having slept on it said most of what's in it when I saw her Them's the breaks lads
she might actually... But if she did I hope the tone was joking enough that she would know it was a joke.
