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Leave him alone. He only started his new job in the area this week. He is struggling to integrate.

Who needs ChatGPT when we already have this image of him.

Update on our scouse friend. He's taken some punishment, but there's plenty left where that came from.

Watching the highlights there, and that chance Liverpool had where the header hit the inside of the post, ran all the way back across the goal, and was missed by everyone.... That can only have been the work of the Voodoo King of Toontastic. If anybody doubts my bona fides in this area btw, I went to New Orleans in 2003 and visited a voodoo practitioner. Clearly I picked up some skills that have lain dormant for 22 years. They lie dormant no more.

Renton doing more to kill the planet with ChatGPT and AI than Silicon Valley is

just as a slight aside to this, what happens first.... man utd play in front of 100,000 people? or our useless cunts complete their feasibility study/fan consultation/planning permission application/employ some brickies?

We need to give some serious thought as to whether a parallel Liverpool hex thread is required for the final.

I will fulfil your wish. The Carabao final, a sunlit affair, “Howay the lads” fills the air. The Toon army are glorious in black and white, A battle ahead, a glorious fight. Arnold Slot, with a tactical mind, Stood on the touchline, arms aligned. But oh! The sun—so cruel, so bold— Bounced off his head like liquid gold. It struck Mo Salah, curled and proud, A flickering ember within the crowd. With panic set and fear in sight, His hair ignited, a beacon bright! He reached for water, his fate to mend, From a Geordie lad, who is not a friend. But alas, the bottle—oh, what a shine! Purest poison—Newcastle moonshine! The flames roared up, a crimson crown, As Salah staggered, stumbling down. Alisson, eager to lend a hand, Flapped at the flames with shovel hands grand. Yet each great gust, each mighty blow, Fanned the inferno to heights unknown! Trent dashed forth, extinguisher drawn, But oh! A black label — a rule was torn. The wrong device! The ref turned red, A flashing card, and Trent had fled. Salah, singed, was swiftly switched, As Slot, enraged, stood sorely twitched. Without Salah surely it was time, For the toon to win and be divine, Alas two Darwin goals, the fucking cunt, Aided by VAR, a fucking affront. And so it was, on that cursed day, That Salah burned, yet the scouse still held sway. And worse still due to Carragher’s raves, 10 fans drowned in his saliva waves.

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Take it away, R Kelly. The song that is, not another schoolgirl.

If you feel something very strange and new @Gemmill don't worry it's just you finally getting the hang of this predicting and inflicting suffering on other teams lark.

I saw an advert for a job there a couple of years ago, everything was 'Balou' T&C's, (they offered only the bare necessities) but the crowning jewel in the perks other than 'free parking' was, I shit you not, a Christmas card from Mr and Mrs Dickson. (I should've applied just for that alone!)

They probably have to use different inhalers for UEFA games

There was a Greggs champagne bar in Fenwicks over Christmas. How much more geordie do you want?

Absolutely. BTW, you remember the press kicking off about nepotism, expenses, inaccurate CVs and so on the second Labour got into power? It got me thinking about Rupert McNeil, former government chief people officer, appointed under the Tory government in 2016. Who publicly acknowledged (I think it was in a private blog) that he not only went to school with, but also was good friends with and even went inter railing with Michael Cunting Gove. Not a sniff of media interest in that story afaik

Liverpool didn't score last night, if I'm being REALLY pedantic.

An injury to Trent, Konate exhausted, extra time and a morale sapping defeat on pens. I don’t think any of us can complain about that outcome. Gemmils prediction powers have finally become of use. Well played Sir.

aye. you just know for certain that the day he set out for a jog and his brittle ankle bone shattered in to a million pieces that he thought he was on for a personal best.

An absolute masterclass from Gemmill. Never doubted doubting him.

I witnessed a convicted Dwarf attempting to make good his escape from Durham jail today by shimmying down the prison wall via some tied together blankets. I thought to myself ' that's just a little condescending'.

That story about the three women killed by this Kyle Clifford fucking coward is horrendous. I hope he gets absolutely destroyed in prison.

No idea about the 90s but heres a programme from 1964

I know, they've always been a Newcastle based business but whether it's them themselves, (it is) plus others happy to jump on board they're now going down the Guinness/Irish business advertising route. Put it another way, would anyone have automatically linked Greggs to 'Geordie-ness' a decade or two ago? I just find it a bit false tbh and all apart from that, if that photo is legit then that lad must surely be one of those fans you cringe seeing in the media.

I finished that run. What a man. What a Voodoo Man.

This is their favourite thing to do. They're terrified of getting promoted so they like to self sabotage if they ever get within a sniff of it.

These are shite. 3-1.

Two days until I will enjoy the Whitley bay seafront watching seagulls to attack random Ramsey lookalikes...

Tattoo dated 1982. Monty definitely smoking summat, sadly age has withered this magnificent artwork so cannot confirm tab or cigar

There was a bloke I worked with years ago who had that nickname for that reason.

at “Balou” I’m stealing that

I wouldn't be surprised if the Man United thing never happens, and isn't just a bit of PR at a time when there's been nothing but bad news about the club. They're £1bn in debt, and they're gonna build a £2bn stadium? More likely that sponsors are making noises about the amount they're paying to a bottom half PL club, and they needed to generate a positive news story.

Called back up to the Brazil squad alongside Bruno.

Several threads wanting Le Bris sacked. Unbelievable.

Here's hoping

what a prick. You've Ratnered yourself mate, it's fucked. Don't worry though, even if you lose 99.99999% of your wealth you'll still have enough to OD on ketamine 10,000 times over.

Lady Luck can suck my Lozenge. 0-0 and then we win 39-38 on pelanties with Howe getting the winner.

They should call it the Summit Stadium as it’s all downhill from there.

Spitfire cunt [/wyki]