Never to be seen again
Prolly not...
We were out walking the dogs on Xmas Eve and found a Christmas card addressed to the local Gayers lying in the gutter... The card, not the gayers...
So we take it home and laters on Xmas Day we see them coming home from the pub pissed and prolly heading home for a good bumming like and mention that we have acquired an card addressed to their good selves which is designed to commemorate the coming of the Christ child and mince pies and everything...
So they come past today to collect the aforementioned commemorative card...
BM: Where did you put that card for the gayers...?
LL: I chucked it in the bin
BM: