thebrokendoll

I think we should go for something completely different and off the wall. how about a silhouette of a shapely fairy sat in a crescent moon?

precisely this. their six in a row came at a time when for me at least I couldn't have felt any more detached from the fucking abomination of ashley's sports direct fc. I'm far more interested in seeing an end to the league stranglehold the bindippers and man city have over us than I have beating the mackems 7 times in succession. the former will win us a league title.

not sure i can bring neself to watch it this evening after the eye bleedingly shite football served up in the first game.

aye. it's why everybody should try a blast on a dmt pipe.

that's the spirit. let your imagination run wild.

top of the class in english composition when I was a kid. it's probably reasonable to assume both you and alex struggled a bit.

not bad. but needs more drama.

carrying an injury? head turned? forgotten how to play football? you decide....

stanley lad. they learn to nut people before they can walk.

in fairness to them they were first town in the country to introduce half human/half seagull baby changing rooms.

sure I've heard lads and lasses uttered in gateshead before too, which is very obviously a suburb of sunderland.

there's a pub in cheltenham called the railway that's had lads and lasses on the bog doors for years. no newcastle connection in its ownership in the 35 years I lived down there and none prior as far as I was aware. seems the long arm of geordiewashing has stealthily been at work since at least the back end of the 80s.

I hope you're right mate. I don't imagine howe to be a particularly vindictive man, but I am. he's close as it is, I'd love to see nufc put arteta in a fucking asylum.

in a dream world we beat arsenal at their place to go 2nd guaranteeing cl qualification barring a mathematical miracle. we'd be set up for what would be the climax to the most successful season in my lifetime, (well,all of our lifetimes!) in a sjp which will be rocking to its fucking foundations!

having a pint with me brother in rosies after the match and discussing what's needed in the final 2 games. ended up having a fiver bet because he was adamant 67 points will guarantee cl qualification. I think not. before we play arsenal i think there's every likelihood there'll be 3 of us on 66 points, it's not beyond the bounds of possibility we could drop a place on gd to chelsea because man utd are that bad/indifferent to the league. arsenal becomes a must not lose. I think forest are fucked now, we've arguably got the trickiest of the final day fixtures.

sye, they were fucking woeful, that bad infact they'd have struggled to beat sunderland or coventry. was a frustrating evening, felt like a step forward with man city dropping points only to take a couple backwards with bournemouths no show. massive today.

coventry equaliser!

fucks sake. well and truly jinxed that!

commentator has just said about le fee thst he's clearly on a higher level of competence than every one else on display. he's been completely anonymous in probably the worst hour of football I've ever watched in my fucking life. I obviously know fuck all about the beautiful game because all the mackems £20/30m generational talents have completely passed me by.

nah. I do that on a friday night at birdlip picnic site overlooking the stroud valley.

up at 03.15 brush teeth, cup of coffee. a40/m50 meet me mate at m5 j9 tewkesbury at 04.30. quaffing an aspalls in the grosvenor casino by 9am. all of this before you've even hobbled downstairs from your cesspit.

no. what you said was unforgivable.

should've been two penalties i thought, and a sending off.

desperate for arteta to have a meltdown over the penalty.

buh buh buh weep weep weep wail wail wail sob sob sob cry cry cry fuck off yer legoheaded cunt.