Stuffed

Tuesday, 14 April 2009

I am not one to blow my own trumpet. So I'm not even going to begin to describe how I sliced and diced himself at Scrobble yesterday. I won't describe how truculent he was when I offered help or how the silent huffyness was palpable long after the game had finished. Honestly, you'd think I'd taken his maltesers without asking.

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