trophyshy

how? why?

I'm going to Pompey game

Wrong. She is Romanian in a spanish T shirt Is that how she ripped her jeans?

Because of those nashers, when I read her all I can hear is Pamela Stephenson doing Janet Street Porter

Fair point but howay Stevie, modern vs ancient bunkum? ...keep your analogies out of fantasy no matter how fitting it may seem

threadkilling freak

Surely it's not Leeds turn again already?! Stop fucking pushing in.

Welcome to the board mate, we look forward to your discourse, wit and candour.

What are you on Fop? Is it skunk or ritalin?

thought not.

Thats just a pic. I copied and pasted. Liked the look of her grip Everyone seems to have the same good memories of playing Boules; sun, drink, relaxation and fun Arrange a Toontastic Boules day Berb....gan on.

They don't talk about it apparently. But then you'd get sick of every single person you ever met calling you a cunt.

Is this not a democracy? Can we not all vote on this before these changes are enforced upon us?

she can play with my Boules etc etc I once spent 2 weeks in a gite in Britanny, we drank red wine, ate cheese and bread and played Boules at least half the holiday. Happy mamories.

They should rename pregnancy as the driving my drunk partner every where period.

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you been drinking parky lad?

the defeaning roar of my xbox 360

puts another tenner on mantelpiece

Must of been a knock to the head tbh if he's planning on buying a club with no money. it was..... "Cleland walks with the aid of a stick after suffering a stroke in 2004. He runs the charity Headlight and said: "I'm demonstrating that people who've had brain injuries can recover. "Some might argue it took my brain injury to be interested in Newcastle United." Bit unfortunate having a stroke whilst driving mind. http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/news/scottish...86908-20777703/

Keeglars job obviously only became untenable after the facts. He was likely being fed the same crap as the rest of us. Of course it was only going to come to a head when the window slammed shut and ideals and assurances lay shattered on the floor, like so many Geordie hearts and dreams.