Talking about karma, I have to go pick up a gigantic snooker table from Penarth for my son in about 10 minutes.
Every time I giggle like a spastic 7 year old that's lost bladder control in morning assembly at your cruel jibes, it's making it entirely more likely that I'm going to get decapitated by a green felt covered slate slab on the way home.
If it does happen, i want you to know that if i had to pick a nurturing guardian for my dependants from this thread, it would be you
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