Ahh oui. Je suis le France. Again. Parce que ilya beaucoup de Barcelona shirts, je suis speedy, mais je ne sais pas que ils y sont la pornographie dan le posterior le jam. J’avais le grand instrument, dans le Stevp. Gary est sick of unboxing computers. Il est le sex.
Jammy and Gary continue the routine after a rainy day during which it rained. It is quite humid.
I am Des. Britvic-tastic.
I can’t think of much else to write. We’re not watching the rugby because it didn’t excite us greatly. Great.
Tonight, Jammy was joined by Ronald for the brilliant event that was: Dave’s birthday. Oh, and the rugby. Ronald was filled with glee – parking very close to the ground and not losing track of his place in the stand at all. The £3 burger probably gave him wind, which would make a change.
Rovers won, again. Special mention for Stanley ‘Wizard’ Gene, he’s brilliant.
Now settling down to a thirst-quenching, throat-soothing, Jammy-pleasing beer. It’s nearly Ron’s round. Ron’s round.
Gary is missed at these occasions. His worship of them lot makes him ineligible though. Special mention to “Emma” though, for working hard whilst Ronald has wind on her behalf.
Peace out.
Without Gary, off to Wigan we pootled. We came, we dropped ball, but yet still conquered. Special guest: Ron!
