Originally posted by MarillionFan
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But ever since you've got this big shot job, you've just turned into SAS without the wit, and that's really not a great thing to be. All this crap about free champagne and free soft drinks - it's so beneath what you used to be. Now,we all understand that the angry young poet sometimes grows up and moves to a semi in Surbiton, but it doesn't mean we want to read limericks about your new lawnmower. Even your neg reps are poorly written now. So, get a grip man, and tell us about some bird you beat up in the pub car park after she complained about a sub-standard sled you sold her.
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