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Pre-Match Thread Slagheap-Borient: an unsensible discussion:

To be honest Matt, you could call me a ****ing **** with a ****y *****sitting **** ********** **** with a duck-billed platypus, and it'd still sound achingly middle class.

Oh, bugger. Still, it's jolly good sport, what-ho!

;)

See you in The Gun tomorrow, you slaaaaag.
 
In the words of the immortal John Sitton:

"You, you little c*** when I tell you to do something, and you, you f***ing big c*** when I tell you to do summink, do it. And if you come back at me, we'll 'ave a f***ing right sort out. You can pair up if you like and you can f***ing pick someone else to 'elp ya, and you can bring ya f***ing dinner, 'cos by the time I'm finished with ya, you'll need it. Do you f***ing hear what I'm saying, or not?"


Right, I'm off to the pub. I'll see all you filthy, stinking, slum-dwelling, silent, clap-riddled, moronic, wonky-eyed, inbred, delusional mudrat scum later.

J_S x
 
In the words of the immortal John Sitton:

"You, you little c*** when I tell you to do something, and you, you f***ing big c*** when I tell you to do summink, do it. And if you come back at me, we'll 'ave a f***ing right sort out. You can pair up if you like and you can f***ing pick someone else to 'elp ya, and you can bring ya f***ing dinner, 'cos by the time I'm finished with ya, you'll need it. Do you f***ing hear what I'm saying, or not?"


Right, I'm off to the pub. I'll see all you filthy, stinking, slum-dwelling, silent, clap-riddled, moronic, wonky-eyed, inbred, delusional mudrat scum later.

J_S x

best post all week
 

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