I don't care any more peanut brain.
I'm going to be sending you some pure abuse tomorrow night when I'm plastered at this works do....
oooh, my arse is vibrating!!
Oh, look - it's a message from Ian. Yeah, well - you know I was only kidding too - no offense. ;) My delicate way with words is bred into every Northerner from an early age... :D
Anyway, be prepared for some seriously offensive text messages tomorrow - and if I get really drunk I might even call you and scream abuse!
