did to school with a guy that lost both his hands and was partially paralysed in a car wreck. he used a stick in his mouth to type on the keyboards with
sorry but no amount of cheat passes will be given out from me to my GF, and if she cheats she better remember that I own the house and she can ask the person she did cheat on me with to sleep there
It really encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round, you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you think "Sunday, bloody Sunday!"
