Revenge is a dish best served cold and Riga is getting back at Roland for not keeping him on before. Did a random number generator select that team? Xx
Being deprived of the simple pleasure of conversation.
Whether it be a birth, death or marriage or maybe something more mundane, the person I’m telling has invariably already seen it on bloody Facebook.
I recently had an important family gathering whilst my best friends were away on a desert island in the Maldives. I waited for them to return to tell them all about it. However, the wait was in vain - they already knew about it, had read about it, and had seen the pictures. In fact if anything, they were able to fill me in on some of the details that had passed me by on the day.
Being deprived of the simple pleasure of conversation.
Whether it be a birth, death or marriage or maybe something more mundane, the person I’m telling has invariably already seen it on bloody Facebook.
I recently had an important family gathering whilst my best friends were away on a desert island in the Maldives. I waited for them to return to tell them all about it. However, the wait was in vain - they already knew about it, had read about it, and had seen the pictures. In fact if anything, they were able to fill me in on some of the details that had passed me by on the day.
The picture freezing on Kodi mid match and resuming after goal is scored, worse still kodi not having a cancellation department I can threaten with cancelling my contract. Shocking service!
People, who, when recounting a conversation say "I turned around and said" more than once. I can very well believe that initially you had to turn around to say something, but after that? Were you in a queue? Or just standing on the spot rotating?
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This is what I put on the match thread:
Revenge is a dish best served cold and Riga is getting back at Roland for not keeping him on before.
Did a random number generator select that team? Xx
if you're going to pull up the shutters at 10:02 on a Sunday then change your opening hours you liars.
Whether it be a birth, death or marriage or maybe something more mundane, the person I’m telling has invariably already seen it on bloody Facebook.
I recently had an important family gathering whilst my best friends were away on a desert island in the Maldives. I waited for them to return to tell them all about it. However, the wait was in vain - they already knew about it, had read about it, and had seen the pictures. In fact if anything, they were able to fill me in on some of the details that had passed me by on the day.
Is nothing sacred?