It's true. Normally by this time on a Monday night I'm jacking it with a child's waterwing filled with soap, now all I want to do is listen to love songs and cry into my pillow.
Maybe it's time, time I hung up that waterwing. And gave back the child that came with it.
Act like you own the place, correct everyone on their spellings & grammar and complain about the team's failings(however minor) at every opportunity and you'll fit in just nicely :thumbsup: Although it's fair to say you're a bit nicer on the eye then the usual crowd on here.