mollswift
I had to say goodbye to one of my dearest friends today. She appeared completely convinced we will see one another again - begged me to consider us moving near them up in Maine. I must speak to J. He's probably going to be okay with the idea of up north.
Rugby - for ladies unafraid of blood-filled saliva. Bruises the size of the ball they so desperately tried to grasp hold of as a large lady missing teeth bore down on you. Get some port at half time and you'll be right - or was that sherry?