A sad day, Maybe
If You Leave Me, Can I Come Too?
You big pie-chugging, fag-smoking, kid and nurse-chasing, nurse and drug-taking, hair growing and ripping, sport-changing, non-century making, smirking all-rounder. Sometimes, shamefully, I wish you had never started playing. I don't want you to stop. Ever.
Don't go.
Labels: Warney

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