He's on quiet time with me ... His endless depression and illiterate expression was just too much. I wanted to kill myself reading it sometimes.
But I would still usually see something to the effect that there's blocked content, which I haven't for a while.
Is he still about?
I thought you were off.
No more from me lads, you said.
Wankers, you said.
Looking in my crystal ball, I see things not going your way.
You'll be on the dung heap by the end of today. I'll arrange your festering corpse artfully, next to GPS and malt man.