Just a bunch of run down, beaten down, slapped down, broken down, shot down, hung down, put down, and kicked around Isle of Man immigrants who've been beaten up, tied up, chewed up, blown up, hung up, screwed up, messed up, held up, and told to shut the fuck up.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Happy Birthday Son
I wont be here tomorrow as I am in Dublin for the next two days.
So a big Happy birthday to my eldest who is 12 years old tomorrow.
It is his last year as a normal young man, until he becomes the smelly moody teenager.
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