It comes to something (?) when a Huge, Tattooed, Hairy Biker, with a heart of Gold. And pride and ego outta the wazoo —

—-Has to be threatened with ME on his doorstep before he’ll take £30 to feed him, his son and his beautiful doggie Fred this weekend.

SMH

What a state have we all been dragged down to?

 

P.S. I think I might’ve scared him last year when he said he wanted my GSD and I got off my chair and said “C’mon, mate. Fight me for him.”

Silly :o)