The answer you're looking for is "Sod off, Muppet".
Blame my dad.
With your blocky goat-teeth? I'd like to see that! :laugh:
I just tried to send you a message and you just smurfing went offline. It was a real important message too.
He is chillin', according to Reuters.
Back in Bratford we would work in t'pit with t'spade and t'pit. Or am I thinking about the wrong place here.
That was not 'ill'. In fact, it may not have even been 'mad'.
Illness is one of the trials of life, along with parenthood and terrorism.
Frankly, I am shocked by the content of these user notes.
I have been sent to cure you with my melodies.
