Smokin Joe
Squire
- Location
- Bare headed cyclist, Smoker
Hits Pembrokeshire in the hours, winds gusting to ninety forecast.
I don't mind admitting I'm crapping myself.
I don't mind admitting I'm crapping myself.
I thought what the bloody hell is that sound? Followed by, what is making it?
Sounding like a drowned cat?Ah, Coldplay on the radio again?
Sounding like a drowned cat?
The cats just come in looking like a drowned rat.
Hopefully he will settle for the night and not want to go back out