He'll rush home with that video and make his family watch it over and over again while he screams at the telly. His kids will hate him, his wife will lose the last scraps of respect she might have felt for him.
She'll start screwing Carl from across the road while he's chasing rolling stock all over Hollowbollock County, and when she finally leves him he'll be sat there, weeping into his beer on the LazeeBoy,watching his precious choo choos on the T.V. in his underpants wondering what the fuck went wrong with his life.
It's fine to like shit like trains or planes or whatever, but when you start spunking repeatedly over a couple of engines then it's time to step away from the tracks and focus what is actually relevant.
It's all of his own doing.
He'll rush home with that video and make his family watch it over and over again while he screams at the telly. His kids will hate him, his wife will lose the last scraps of respect she might have felt for him.
She'll start screwing Carl from across the road while he's chasing rolling stock all over Hollowbollock County, and when she finally leves him he'll be sat there, weeping into his beer on the LazeeBoy,watching his precious choo choos on the T.V. in his underpants wondering what the fuck went wrong with his life.
It's fine to like shit like trains or planes or whatever, but when you start spunking repeatedly over a couple of engines then it's time to step away from the tracks and focus what is actually relevant.