Can someone please pm me 'is mobby blower number like, as I'd also like to join in on this early morning call fest.

I'm in a particulary bad mood tonight anyway, not made ANY better whatsoever in ANY shape kind or form, of ANY description, when I, yes I, get accused of breaking fudge 'eds piggin' stupid shower.

It was ALREADY broken and he knows that. He's just using me as a scape goat.

By the way. His' ouse is a piggin' disgrace, and his car is even werse than last time I saw it.

I mean WHO in their right mind keeps their best suit just nonchenantly lobbed in on and amongst a pile of discarded papers, general crap and unboxed cd's, piled high up to the headlining ey, WHO?
Oh yes, and where do all discerning BBQers store their bags of instant light charcoal?
Correct, In the boot of their cars, where else?

The man IS actually completely and utterly insane in virtually everything he does, sez and thinks.

OFFICIAL. Believe me please.