Poor Angie got herself in a right state over weekend. Talking about wanting to die and how she hates life, the mood was sombre to say the least.
Then out of nowhere, some old bloke appears, and like a rat up a drainpipe, his ageing rodent was trying it’s damn hardest to get up Paradice’s rear pipe (naughty old man).
After all the teasing and wishful thinking, the only thing that got a workout, was his poor liver.
i hope paradice is ok, and if she is feeling really down on life gets some help she needs.