| 12:25 pm Friday, 30th January, 2009
I used to live in manchester and had meets every weekend with different people. The Isle of Man is a glorified funeral parlor. Nothing happens, the guys are all really aggressive and if you go out at night there is usually a policeman sat eating chips in his car who finds it his daily dose of excitement to follow me around for half an hour. Yipee.can't wait to get home. |
