Frankly Mr Shankly, you are a flatulant pain in the arse.
Im welcoming the new year in writing this, on my own because I only finished work 40 odd minutes ago, not with my friends or girlfriend or even my family, just me.
2011 has been... fuck, what was 2011, so much changed, happened, moved, crumbled, crimped and smelled of burnt paper
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