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It's all my fault. I told you that whisky bottle contained £375, yet I knew it only had £370 in it. Sorrry everyone.

*song in background: Queen's Another One Bites The Dust* Congratulations. Hope you know what you're doing!! All the best. :icon_lol:

If only we knew a football journo to send a basket of fruit to. In respect of his fine penmanship and all that.

I quite like that one.

It all depends on the club's finances. If we are close to meltdown, then we have to sell him. However, if we can ride out the storm then FUCK HIM. If he's on a contract for little money then he can see it out (benefits us) - or as close to it ending as we dare before having to sell him.

It's like being in a doctor's waiting room - waiting, waiting, waiting. C'mon, Dr, I aint gettin' any younger.

Just approaching 'Billy Mill roundabout' (see Viz profanosaurus)

He's quitting before he even starts now - prepare for MattM4 to start seething about what a cunt he is

Aye, the HOMS were discussing them on their fragrances thread.

Shame. But at least the surfin's good and the chicks are hot

Fuckin' giving them away these days!!!! Narr, congrats kidda. Don't drink too much tonight

It's an easy question. No mathematics involved, just an appraisal of a simple situation.

PM'd you.

Need some answers.

I'm not going as a protest about the use of the word 'footy'. Oh, and in support of the oil workers who have been sacked.

I'd still pick Sally W over all them lasses above.

To be completely honest with you, I'd rather fuck her mother (Sally), if I had the choice. Although I am becoming a bit hacked off with her not returning my calls or answering my letters.

Fathers Day = commercialised bullshit imo. If my kids buy me owt I take a stick to them.

That's rubbish. Enough to make me See what I did there? Eh? Eh?

I'm sitting next to Fish in the same camp (cooking snorkers on an open fire, singing campfire songs).

Okay, so they're not all done by cider-filled pricks. There are obviously places in the world where the cider is not available, so some other form of fuel is imbibed.

What's that got to do with cider-fuelled crusties in wheat fields though? Cider-filled pricks, iyam. Funny how all these designs are easily done with a centre for reference, rather than something wierd-shaped like the monkey in S.America, for example. Cider-filled pricks. N.B. The term 'pricks' includes students.

And heres the reply I received. 'Camp Nou' . Yet the latest trend in football supporting bullshit. From as long as I can remember (and I'm no spring chicken), British football fans have called it the Nou Camp, but it's now trendy to call it Camp Nou and show everyone how knowledgeable you are.

Fuckin' HOMS.

Oh mother, dear I'm over here I'm never coming back. What keeps me here Is the reek of beer The women, and the cra (spell it how you want). Just say No. As the Grange Hill mob once said.