Meenzer

Not the cleverest move in the world, was it? He's handled it quite well considering (like not getting his family too involved in the whole "look how much of a unit we are, now smile for the cameras darling" media circus), but christ knows what he was thinking letting himself get into that kind of situation in the first place. They overcharged him, too.

...er ok Mr Straight!.... 84220[/snapback] lol ur so ghey ...or suchlike.

More fond of a good spanking than Mark Oaten tbh.

Class He looks like the Village People version of a Nazi

The hierarchy's wrong tbh. 83888[/snapback] tbh Gemmill Craig Gol Alex Asprilla's Foreskin ?

Spanish villa, we adoooooooooooore you, we've waited 20 years fooooooor you...

And using doilies as tablecloths for their picnics.

Just as well Meenzer didn't get to him first, would have taken his temperature with his special thermometer whilst the poor lad was trapped 83485[/snapback] Naah, I prefer post-coital conversation that goes a bit further than "mmmmmnegh nggnugh unghhhh".

Lambrini actually. Whilst quaffing White Zinfandel. 83477[/snapback] Brings a whole new meaning to 'bubble bath'...

Lazy northern waster tbh.

T-shirt weather TBH 83426[/snapback] I had to cancel a barbecue yesterday because people were anxious about sunburn. 83439[/snapback] No, they were anxious about looking like a bunch of gayers when you served them flame-grilled veal cutlets garnished with rocket leaves and sun-dried tomatoes in a light herb dressing instead of sausages and burgers.

Hospitalization for hypothermia if you love the Toon, etc.

It was minus 15 here overnight. Fuck's sake.

If I'm not the biggest, I really need to start upping my game.

Howay man, an event that got Londoners to talk to each other and show emotion? That's what I call newsworthy

Frida Boccara - Through The Eyes Of A Child

His aim's a bit off, mind

No wonder there was talk of him defecting to the Tories, he had the policies and now he's got the scandal too...

Back at the end of Willie McFaul's reign, my uncle Roger in Sweden wrote to the club and applied for the post of manager, offering his extensive experience - including 20 years as a local sports journalist and a string of dodgy appearances for various 6th division part-timers in his youth - in exchange for a salary of one (1) sack of potatoes per week. Surely, surely his time has come?

"See this? This is a proper finger."

"Mmmm, pies"