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Ah vintage gruber. You have a good memory and you're probably right, but in my defence I bought it before moving to Sweden where an insulated-cycle-fit jacket was pretty appropriate, wear it to transfer myself to and from locations that serve alcohol without pretending to be a pro cyclist, and tend to save my angsty cry wanking for when I'm clothed in nothing but almond butter.
And obviously because I'm Scottish I got it in the sale for a comparatively respectable amount of money compared to the shite version folks are spunking £160 at today and would have been sent back if I'd received it then, too.
transfer jacket' lol
i.e you just transfered us a big wedge of your hard earned cash, here's a fucking feather filled bin bag to wrap yourself in whilst you're having an angsty cry wank on the 6.30 ryanair flight to Beauvais you booked to ponce about the french paysage pretending to be a pro cyclist, you gullible mug
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