Monkeys Fist

Joseph Nietzsche Barton.

Faulty? Posted from your Phone?

He can fuck off with lark, it wouldn't work with me anyway becau… Zzzzzz Zzzzzz Zzzzz I WANT CHICKEN LIPS!

I have to confess some bias here. Supermac was my first Magpie hero- as a nipper I absolutely worshipped him. I cried when Lee sold him to Arsenal. That, and the beautiful ability of nostalgia to make things seem better than they really were have given me cause to look back and think " was he really that good?" Yes , he was. My god he was a monster! For me, the only player to equal McDonald , purely on goalscoring ability and hunger , is Shearer. Thre two , to me, have so many parallels , that it's hard to pick one above the other. Anyway, just thought I'd post this to let the younger lads know that Supermac really was as good as Shearer in his day. (I've partaken of beer tonight , so be gentle when you tear me apart , bitches )

The pass is unbelievable. The finish is Supermac. He was a fucking beast.

Handle it is exactly what I'd be doing

Accident my arse. (My head is as sore as his this morning btw )

I've only just managed to prise myself off my seat after the jizz explosion following God's 2nd.

Wahey ya fucker! One more and I'm doing it

The farce is strong.

I can't recall ever seeing that much added. Eva. In the world.

Shit in his butter.

Fucks sake 3-1 spuds

Is that a posh tampax?

Spuds 2-1. Bastards.

Enter the Sholinator Game over.

C'mon lads. Don't just beat them now- break the filthy c**ts.

Fucking amazing control there like. Watching this on a laptop in the hotel bar, whilst a spud fan is miserably watching his big screen.

Lurpap Stalk Smellygold The anal dexterity to be able to shite precisely enough to fill a baguette or butter dish without following thru with the rest suggests what we all suspect about Wor Salty.

The fact that the salt now far outweighs the pepper in my chin minge.

CT? Access to caterers? Disaster looms!

Wahey!