zackster
I would say you’re just like dave courtney, zack, kicking the front door in, looking for your money, once they’ve gone 24 hours late with the monthly rent. Like a rabid dog, frothing at the mouth with rage. The man of the house urinates himself in fear as he watches you back hand his missus for having the cheek to say they spent the rent on shoes for their paraplegic son, delroy junior.
