|
Listen Iontach....
In the expectation of my being carried shoulder high through the halls of the Gold Member world, and in ensuring that you will be there, with a tear in your eye as all and sundry applaud, scream and generally make themselves look like pussies, I will help you out by bumping this, clearly lame thread back, to the top.
No gratitude is necessary
Call it my gift to the land of my father
|