Howmanheyman

I tell you what, this Almiron kid is going to be Sparrowhawk's not as talented son. You can just tell.

Fucking December and I somehow manage to get stung by a bee! £4.99 for a jar of honey in asdas*. *How I imagine CT calling it.

Saw an old flame the other day, was pretty serious with her until I discovered a load of French maid, nurse, secretary and police uniforms in her wardrobe. It was then I realised she probably wasn't going to be the one for me if she couldn't even hold down a fucking job.

What a fucking knacker.

I've only watched two so far and you can totally tell that the people who made it were Sunderland fans. Definitely sugar coating stuff, heavily editing match footage, editing out pink seats, editing out opposition fans, opposition cheering goals, showing them scoring away yet seeing fans and manager celebrating the goal at the SoL etc. Absolutely farcical but they're going to have to shovel, not sprinkle, mountains of sugar on the shit as the season and series goes on. Oh! Kudos to them for putting a couple of derby goals against us despite us being in a different division although points deduction for forgetting to put an FTM somewhere.

Honestly man, that commentator was taking the piss at the end. What chances did Huddersfield have? Embarrassing patter from whoever he was. We had a good goal chalked off as well which he forgot about. A terrible game but it should've been 2-0 to us.

We get fuck all from refs it's embarrassing now.

Hayden. (Hope he plays a blinder, but, y'knaa).

Nice one ref and linesman.

I think the commentators were fucking gutted when we scored tbh. You know what they say in Russia, lads.....tough shitski.

Giddup!

Hopefully they play better in the 2nd half as this has been painful to watch.

Be nice if one of our lads could control a ball and maybe pick out a team mate when they manage the former. Atrocious.

Two very poor looking sides on a slippy pitch. Shite.

Looks like our players, especially Kenedy, are playing on an ice rink.

It's a right, riveting read.

Aye, Sunderland fans, stop licking 'stewwys' arse.

Aye, the frustrating fact is I think we all saw a Wolves side that were there to be beat, we should've murdered a very poor Burnley side and only just hung on. Cardiff were also there for the taking and I'm probably missing other games. We've got to run through a brick wall to get anything and even then there's no guarantee. The highs can be high when you pull it off but after a few years of being deliberately set up to fail it can just be a grind too far. The bastard has a genuinely world class manager yet would be happy to see him gone and us be a permanent cling-on club. It's soul destroying at times.

Iffy decisions all round from our players at times to yet another ref who'll never give a Newcastle man the same benefit of the doubt he'd give to one of the glamour clubs at the top. Fucking sick of watching lads who really shouldn't be anywhere near a PL game constantly getting games for us because Mike Ashley. Every game's a nail biter. Sooner the cunt fucks off and we don't have to rely on at least a quarter of our side being championship cut price bargains or loans, the better.

You know for a fact Cattermole (is he still there?) or a few other of their knackers will try and let our young'uns 'know they're there' aka fucking clattering into them.

Did you hear about the dyslexic devil worshipper? They reckon he sold his soul to Santa.

Not a joke but a few years ago the place I worked at was shutting down and we were all getting made redundant so the company got in some recruitment specialists to help/talk with us. Anyway there was about 8 of us from my team sat around a table and one of the younger lads was going on about not wearing a suit for an interview and then rambling on about having a bit of a break before looking for a new job but his Dad told him to start straight away whereas his mother agreed with him to take it easy. The second he shut up I piped up, "aye, they reckon Mamma used to say, take your time, young man" cue everyone laughing except for the employment lass. Trouble was a mate not long after was really struggling to keep his laughter in and so was I. We just lost it and were nearly crying and the wife's face was a fucking picture tbh. Foaming, which just made us laugh the more.

Doorbell rang last night so I get up to answer it only to be confronted by a 7ft ant who then punched me about the head, got me down and started to lace into me. Somehow I eventually managed to close the door on him and crawled into the living room bruised, battered and bloody and told wor lass what happened. She barely looked up from her phone and said, 'aye, they reckon there's a nasty bug going around'.