Some would give up some wouldn't either way it wouldn't work with me. can spot a pla<x>yer a mile off and i don't fall for any bullshit.
He'll go home and cry to his wog mother, who'll tell him that's a beautiful boy, and a good boy, and that he's a prince and the world revolves around him.
Yep yep! That's what they're like.
pla<x>yers gonna play