Good Evening.
Recent comments by our illustrious, tight lipped supremo in relation to his support for a team of racist, anti semite, inbreds t/a Cheatski Football Club have quite rightly sent most right thinking football fans into a blistering rage.
So here’s a device to vent that spleen.
The contributor of the very funniest arrangement of words in a known language wins a lifetime supply of love in sustainable doses courtesy of their peers*
*subject to people invariably getting bored and clearing off for various reasons that are thoroughly understandable.
Arry: well nearly there boys few more weeks and I’m the England boss(smug twitch) azza: well we’ll still see each other then boss won’t we? Roland: chuckle. Giggle.azza boss? Boss? Arry:( smug chuckle )
Lennon – Stand still you scrawny freak im going to show you how to shoot
Lennon – Stand still you scrawny freak im going to show you how to shoot
HR – Go on son – show him how it feels to shoot on target
‘Arry: ‘hat’s et Luka, you keep fu’kin up your pass’s and shot’s and we’ll be well ‘owt the do’r
Lukski:Da, dat’z de plan. Not in Euro I get paid in Euros
Mr.Lemon: Get me on the pitch you face melted money grabbing cu’t i’ll fuck’up your plans
Azza: This is how harry is screwing us..
Luka: no no It’s mire like how levy fucked me..
Geezer in background: It’s no wonder we’re fucked with Harry just standing there watching the boys screw around..