PRESIDENT THATSMYDINNERJACKET

There was a man that used to live up the road from us that was alot like the Iranian President.
He wasn't Iranian, he was from Macclesfield. He lived in a semi, there was a small wall outside his front garden and his back garden had a gate on it. When we kicked our football accidentally over his wall into his back garden and asked if we could get it back he said no and told us to come back later. We then had to appologise to him and his wife until he gave us a lecture and then in turn,the ball back.

Then it happened again, he refused to give it to us and told us to come back the next day. The next day? Shit, it was an innocent curby mistake. Little did he know Andrew had another football so we didn't care less, left the football and the appology and instead naturally concentrated our future efforts on budding his windows, playing knock and run and stealing flowers form his garden.


I cant help but think things are going to get a little worse