Last Friday's bitter mag invasion
Fridays usually drag over at work for me, but last Friday on here the bitter, thick as feck, rattled mags that crawled out of the woodwork kept me amused for hours.
I think it speaks wonders for what our club are doing at the moment. You can feel their bitterness with every word.
I even went home and listened to the legends. Superdrunk is the most bitter bastard of the lot.