I left for school this morning in the pishing rain, had break in the pishing rain, went to lunch in beautiful sunshine, came home in beautiful sunshine, and now it's pishing with rain again.
I love Scotland
We've got a mouse under the couch and my jack russell is going off his nut. I've got a trap with peanutt butter on bread ready to go down once motd is finished.
This wasn't really caused by one incident by the way, more a culmination of things that I've read on here. Twisteh, your patter is pish.
Oh, and support your local team.
Fucking idiots that STILL associate all dance music with squeeky voice DJ Rankin shite, and then victimise you for daring to like something not similar to their choice of music.
THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BAWBAGS!
Trying to give directions to a lassie who doesn't know where she is and trying to get to the o2 Academy in Glasgow.
We eventually managed to find out that she was 'near Pollokshaws' and I managed to guide there.
Woman are fucking useless when it comes to ANYTHING even remotely practical!