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'Ja' thought he had his first pube till he pissed out of it tbh.

I didn't realise they were that shit ATM so hopefully no eggs on faces on here come NYD? Anyway, whatever the result, Yewkshere, Yewkshere Jimmy Savile Peter Sutcliffe nee patter cunts.

Exactly.

No, they were always getting rid, just kept him while they got a new man in and kept the media happy by giving him his 1000th game. I meant imagine if they'd kept him to this point in time and would we now have a shot at maybe making a good run at the play off spots?

He looks a canny kid as well with his Wraith pose.

Imagine an alternative universe where the new owners heed the sage advice of merson et al and 'give brucey a chance under the new ownership, see what he can do?' etc, etc.

If we're not on our game anything can happen but we're usually on a our game these days so most of head says home win, heart says home win, small pessimistic, forty odd years of hurt part of head says wait and see.

Fine. Was a bit knackered yesterday but that's it.

Wykiki: "Fooking stupid bitch! I mean, fuck me! How stupid can one person be? And Tory boy can fuck off too, she's not shagging you, mate!' Mrs Wykiki: 'I'll put some music on instead and......' Wykiki: 'DON'T TOUCH IT!!!' DON'T. TOUCH. IT!'

Tbf, it's very rare I'm out all day and when it is it's usually a trip somewhere and I pace myself a bit better by switching to bottles earlier on as it's always a kitty job so it's drinking in rounds which isn't great if you're drinking with beer monsters.

I headed the fucking pavement last night, didn't see me whinging on for the magic sponge.

Well it was such a session I half walked, half ran on my way home with my hands in my coat pockets and being absolutely blotto tripped up and couldn't get my hands out of my pockets quickly enough so could only watch as the pavement came flying up at my face, It must've been quite a fall* as I lay wondering wtf happened a car driving by stopped and I saw heard an arm hanging out of a window and heard someone say are you ok as I groggily managed to get up, I then got home, sat for a bit, get up to go to le bog and bumped into a cabinet and knocked one of her ornaments over smashing it so I'm in the doghouse with wor lass as well so I basically left Robben island like Mandela but I've now made the return journey. *God only knows how, other than a sore jaw there's only a small scratch on my lip. My head must be made of reinforced concrete?

Yet Dubravka was number one in front of Darlow most times. I'm not slaughtering either tbf I just think we could have a better options in the future?

Fair enough, he'll be playing behind a far more settled back four but if we're going places you ideally want genuine quality in the same position for competition as much as cover.

He'll have more time to ponder such things when he's out on his arse in a couple of years, the thick cunt.

And I'm the second?

I think you're being a bit generous to Darlow, mind. He certainly isn't horrendous and on on his day very good but he's a howler in him and I'm never totally confident when he plays.

You should've seen his post about Mike Ashley finally getting the hang of this football lark. It was a snorter.

Elliott's dad was a teacher at my school when I was there, he's passed away now but other than not having a beard, Robbie is starting look a lot like him from my drink addled memory. (He was one of those teachers you didn't mess with but canny enough the odd time we had him).

Those Milburn posts on Christmas day sum them up. Absolutely tragic stuff and I mean tragic. Like Columbo though, there's one thing bothering me, if they're so delighted about Jackie being an MLF why did they chant 'Jackie is dead' at the first derby we played them at Roker Park after his passing? I thought they were geet classy as owt and wor Jackie was an MLF? It's almost as if they're full of shit and bitter as fuck?

There's actually three certainties in life, not two. Death, taxes and booing at Goodison Park.

I've just finished a grilled breakfast, clearing up, jumping in the shower then walking to freedom in the sun to go on an all day session with the lads. I feel like Nelson Mandela walking out of Robben Island prison.

Was too busy to watch TV until around 9 o'clock, (hardly watch it at the best of times), did the scroll of boredom through the schedule till I'd had enough and stopped on UK gold and watched the last five minutes of the Christmas special of 'The Good Life' then the Christmas special of Blackadder before giving up and turning it off again. Christmas TV is atrocious.