So THE Govan is leaving....what a bummer.
Here's my guide on how to know when it's time to go....
When even bogans and monkeys are telling you to get fucked.
When Chad whatever his name is can get a girl despite the atrocities to music he commits.
When even the team you're rooting for want to smack you in the face.
When people like this are allowed to walk the streets.
When piercings get so intense you have a bike through your fucking mouth.
When your neighbour leaves subtle hints not to park in front of their gate.
When your own grandpa wants to fuck your shit up, on your birthday!
When you can't even eat in peace anymore.
When two wrongs start to make a right.
When your hairdo is no longer as edgy as you thought it would be.
When this bloke plays wonderwall for the 900th time.
When even nature wants to beat up on you.
And seagulls, the worlds most annoying animal, are finding you annoying.
That's when it's time to go.
So Go(van). We will miss you. But today is the day.
All the best mate.