you know who i'm blaming. I can hear it. so can you. it's still distant but it's thundering ever closer. pounding those tracks. just like barret said, no matter how much I wish otherwise...ain't no gettin' offa this train we on.

toot toot mothersmurfers.

huaaaaayne to get sent off as well. pirlo to destroy us. super mario to steam into the england dugout, kick woys water into the stands and then be utterly and geniunely hurt and confused when he's booked.