You know him. Always a glare, few words that mean much, friendliest with those never to be seen again.
He talks big, but with no aim. His gossip is like a machine gun firing buckshot, messy and the blood gets everywhere.
The coy one.
You know him. Always a glare, few words that mean much, friendliest with those never to be seen again.
He talks big, but with no aim. His gossip is like a machine gun firing buckshot, messy and the blood gets everywhere.
The coy one.
