There was this young lad right, a poor wee beggar with holes in his clothes and sad eyes that told a story of misery and despair. Well, the wee lad went to social services and tells them he's got nowhere to live. The social services cunt says "what about yer parents son?", at which point the wee lad bursts into tears and says "Me Ma and Pa beat me so they do, they're a right pair of evil bastards". The social services cunt was taken aback by the wee lads language, but alas he did not let it phase him and said to the lad "What about yer grandparents then, yer vile wretched creature", to which the crying little fella says "No way, cunt! They beat me even harder". Now the social services cunt is getting quite perplexed by this point, but he also feels the lads pain and doesn't want him to get beat anymore so he says "Well where the bleeding eck do you want to stay then yer wee silly tart?". The lad brightens up when asked this and says "Tottenham. They don't beat anyone, oh no they don't".


Clever little lad aint he Hurricane.

A heart-wrenching tale.

The Police pulled over a disabled motorist in North London this morning, believing him to be over the drink-drive limit.

When he was asked to blow into the breathalyser, he produced a card which said “National Health Service: The holder of this card is a registered Asthmatic, and any sudden breathing / inhalation problems could be fatal.”

So the policeman said to him “Fair enough, I’ll have to take a blood sample”

The disabled driver immediately produced another card which said “National Blood Transfusion Service: The Holder of this card is a registered haemophiliac, and any bleeding can be fatal”

The cop was a bit irritated by now, and said roughly, “OK, down to the nick, it’s a urine sample for you buddy, no arguments”

The driver immediately produced yet another card which read “Tottenham Hotspur Football Club: The Holder of this card is a registered member of Tottenham Football Club PLC, and you are kindly requested not to take the Piss out of him”

There was this young lad right, a poor wee beggar with holes in his clothes and sad eyes that told a story of misery and despair. Well, the wee lad went to social services and tells them he's got nowhere to live. The social services cunt says "what about yer parents son?", at which point the wee lad bursts into tears and says "Me Ma and Pa beat me so they do, they're a right pair of evil bastards". The social services cunt was taken aback by the wee lads language, but alas he did not let it phase him and said to the lad "What about yer grandparents then, yer vile wretched creature", to which the crying little fella says "No way, cunt! They beat me even harder". Now the social services cunt is getting quite perplexed by this point, but he also feels the lads pain and doesn't want him to get beat anymore so he says "Well where the bleeding eck do you want to stay then yer wee silly tart?". The lad brightens up when asked this and says "Tottenham. They don't beat anyone, oh no they don't".


Clever little lad aint he Hurricane.

Bloody genius so he is, sack Ramos and make him manager.

Notice the avvy Hoff.

That was too long a post lover.