I told myself I wasn't going to allow myself manlove for any further non-scouse additions to the squad for fear of treacherous behaviour in the future, but my subconscious responded last night with him leaving next Xmas for Madrid after him forcing a move.
I don't know whether to consciously yet metaphorically shower him in double yolker jism, or put up with the nightmares.
WWJBD?
I don't know whether to consciously yet metaphorically shower him in double yolker jism, or put up with the nightmares.
WWJBD?