thebrokendoll

can't see beyond the spanish girl winning this me like.

scouse cunts. mind you, cockney cunts as well.

hard morning pulling a few weeds up so now sat in sunny nam with a cold cider and chilling to the superb barrington levy and jah thomas version of the classic 'moonlight lover' eight and a half minutes of lushness.

is ok to.want bad things to happen that cunt? actually, aye it is.

40 apologies to all for temporarily derailing the thread, but I remember this too as a tot in the 60s, was obviously in black and white and creepy as fuck, far more scary than the daleks!

feast your eyes on this doe-eyed little minx....

marine boy for me. think I had my first childhood crush on his mermaid girlfriend neptina.

what the fuck? just sat and watched that oddly transfixed. almost as surreal and the two lads who did the joselu song on youtube.

I'd no sooner tune in to watch alex hurst opine on matters newcastke than I would go looking for 80s party political broadcasts by the conservative party on youtube.

nice title. looking forward to coming up for this, hopefully the weekday traffic allows for plenty of time for pre match ales, a cracking atmosphere to mark our appreciation for what's been a incredible achievement since the turn of the year..... and a win! arteta really fucked me off with his fucking bizarre assessment of brice's managerial career at the time of his sacking so it would be nice to show the absolute whopper how far we've progressed without him by giving his team a howking. still, I find arsenal a far less objectionable club than their neighbours and although it's largely irrelevant to me really I'd probably rather they pipped levy's cunts to 4th place, just not at our expense!

years ago I played the alto course on the algarve with two blokes I'd met at our hotel from dublin and we naively teed off at 11am. I wondered why we were the only daft cunts on the course. blistering heat, was suffering from polydipsia and seeing mirages by the time we got to the 6th. we bravely staggered on till the 9th where the green was handily placed to the clubhouse and bought two rounds each in about 20 minutes and abandoned the mission. mrs brokendoll went nowhere near me sweaty ballsack for the rest of the holiday.

forked out about £150 for the inverter and another £100 for an old boy in 70s to wire it up for me. initially paid £50 to someone who fucked it up by trying to set it up without changing the wiring on the drive motor itself from 3 phase to single. not a massively expensive mistake, but still, a lesson that you can't beat experience and us old cunts are probably still the best and are a dying out art. love me lathe though and an absolute snip for what i paid for it, even with the wiring. right up there with me oxford mig welder and husqvarna chainsaw as the king of power tools. wished I had room for a bridgeport mill.

me bets fucked, luckily though ct's is still very much alive.

man city 1-0 up, trippier levels in the 90th minute, wilson nodds the winner in the 91st!

brilliant little addition with aloy's gliding shield thing, I keep climbing to the top of really high places just to hurl meself off and glide through the scenery, irrespective of whether I need to. probably accounts for why I'm only 30% in after 90 hours! tremendous game though, as was as you say the first one.

I've got a fiver on us 1-2 at 40s, and I'll freely admit I'm living in fantasy land!

30% in to game progression on horizon forbidden west. love it.

there's more chance of you pulling one of the barmaids in the trent!

wife wanted a coat rack for the hall so being a tight twat I made one out of some cut up spanners welded to diamond mest and mounted it on a lush, thick slice of burr oak. quite chuffed with the result!

our opportunity to be a banana skin in the title race probably came and went last weekend against liverpool at home. we simply don't look capable in attack of causing too much worry to the top 5 or 6 clubs as it stands. think you'll win comfortably and to be honest I'd rather you won the title than the scousers anyway. next year might be different, a couple of quality signings is all it would take to reign in the likes of wolves and west ham, possibly your neighbours too.

think I only ever went in there once and don't have any recollection of falling foul with the bouncers. same can't be said for a night out in the sticks at stanley mind, the early hours of a sunday morning in the hunt or the blue boar wasn't complete without a run in with the door staff.

which part of chester-le-street does that line go through? I'd hate to be the person that had to go in to the bridge at the bottom of the high street in the 80s and inform the lads that drank in there they were mackems.

in all honesty though it was a fucking ludicrous thing to do, though probably not quite worthy of the lynch mob mentality over there on rtg. quite like the idea of a team our lot rocking up quarter of an hour before kick off in their game against sheff wed in white transit with black lettering saying 'sportswash' and similar corporate wear and cleaning it for the fuckers. it'd melt their fucking brains.

it's only classy to abuse statues if you're in your 60s and wearing stone island apparently.

canny last 10 minutes or so that mind, starting with the two grealish chances. what the champions league is crying out for though, is us.