Howmanheyman

No idea who scullery is but he sounds like Adrian Chiles turned Tory lickspittle.

Are you asking for a friend?

They gave the kid some smelling salts and asked him who the prime minister was? He replied, Joris Bonson and just, err, got on with it and err, leave.

Manc Mag was hustled outta town by Sheriff LM.

Asprilla landing his point like the kid at the end of this....

These two whoppers, by the way. The first one manically telling everyone whether Fabian Delph is going on loan as if he's giving out the code to defuse a nuclear bomb and the other one is no different, the other one used to follow Roger Tames around as his lackey/apprentice and got talked down to like shit but quite happily gobbled it up AND LOOK AT HIM NOW!

Once top Tory cunt is no longer useful, the party make him an offer he can't refuse and he'll smilingly leave whilst they all lick his arse whilst their knives are still dripping with his/her blood. It's the Tory way. (Here's an analogy of the Tory grey men coming to get him......)

I can't watch SSN, mind. It's fucking putrid.

SByp

Good post.

There's a few ringers in that picture. One of them hasn't even tried to hide his beard!

If you're going to get beat at home to a 3rd division side playing in yellow at least do it as a Premier League club. Honestly.

+1

New category required, bed slightly damp.

Staveley: "Wood's an option but we're not paying the daft money Burnley will demand because it'll fuck them, never mind. Five seconds later...... "Obviously none my business, chief, but the boy Wood's got a release clause in the region of twenny miwl. Anyway, as I say, none of my business, Princess. As you, were, treacle."

First offer was release clause plus Hendrick which was rejected but new offer of just release clause grudgingly accepted by Burnley.

Guaranteed new shirt bought tomorrow with Wood on the back, looking in his mirror singing along to Charles and Eddie and emphasising the 'would' bit in 'would I lie to you, baby'.

I didn't live too far from Brough park and could hear the motorbikes on a Sunday night buts that's as far as my interest went, TBD.

"Well diary, ah was the victim of a honey trap, the other day. Hell's Bells the editor asked me to drop in to see her and ah was positive it was a response to the 'meebees meet up for a drink after work?' line ah gave her last week. Nee such luck, she's mentioned a few times about us doing newsletters to help the sinking Ronny Gill get traffic but ah'd managed to evade it like a dropped shoulder from one Peter Beardsley once of the shrine of St. James' Park but this time she had iz by the balls but not in the way ah'd invisag, invisual, err saw coming. After agreeing to do it she then suggested ah put out a leaflet campaign to promote it as not ah'll me loyal punters were on social media. Being an intrepid reporter you get to basically be a manager as well so ah got on the phone to an old mate, 'Hoppalong' who worked at an employment agency, he didn't have a limp or owt, his name was Davey Cassidy, and asked him to supply is with a kid forra day just to deliver the leaflets. Ah'd given him the email address for accounts to bill and made it known ah'd be expecting a couple of pints 'Holy Peroni' from him next time ah seen him in the club for the business ah was putting his way. Anyways, eventually a kid gets sent up from reception and ah asked his name? 'Wazis' he gans. Ah laughed and said "wos-zeeze? They're fucking leaflets you're going to deliver forriz, wor kid!" and had a little chuckle whilst my former apprentice, Chris Waugh who'd popped in to say hello shook his head. Even now he's left for the athletic he probably still can't believe the craic he used to get here. Anyways, later on that day there was a complaint from some miserable cunt from the coast saying some kid had dumped a big bag of leaflets in his front garden and it was attracting a load of seagulls. Y'knaa what it fucking is?! Hoppalong must've sent the first useless cunt he had who couldn't even talk English and he'd took the bit and just dumped my stuff first opportunity. Ah half admired his style to be honest so ah said fuck ah'll to Hoppalong, telt Hell's Bells it'd been sorted then quickly typed oot some generic shite for the newsletter and was in the club at seven bells waiting for a certain Mr Cassidy to hit the mahogany and get me a pint or two! Lol. Contacts, yiv gotta have friends with fucking dividends. Laters."

Sounds canny, I'll give it a look.

Without looking it up, I wouldn't know what nationality Origi is either, tbf.

'Coward' was the nickname of the manager of the 'County' on Walker road from Viz fame. (2nd hand info, I've never drank in there).

I can't abide him and 'Pep'. Klopp on form seems a canny enough bloke but he's been a stroppy cunt and a belittling one almost from the start at Liverpool, pip just makes mundane questions awkward by being awkward with the reporters. Captain Scarlett at arsenal is going the same way.

Bukkake so I've heard. Rich donors bid for cabinet face juice.