One of my biggest regrets while banned is that I didn't get to troll (something I never do) when Green Teefland crashed and burned so spectacularly in the world cup.
I can't STAND football (soccer, Fat Yanks). There was a house three streets away from me - and I don't even live in a bad area - where the entire top half of the house was decorated by a massive England flag... imagine being their neighbour FFS. (neighbor, Fat Yanks).
But then the second England (or "Engurlund") crash out, down come the flags, and out come the tears from lager-soaked boorish morons. If I'm in a pub (bar, FY) with rowdy men shouting and farting, I'm not comfortable. I like to chill, not listen to someone who hasn't even read a book without pictures jumping up and shouting "YES! GO ON!!!!!" every five seconds. **** that.
But what gets me more than anything is people being behind Rooney. I don't get it at all. This is a man who used to accompany the Paler on his ring walks... and Hatton was the looker.
Let me break it down simply:
A dish:
NOT a dish:
That man at the top, David Haye. If you wanted him to unzip his flies and stick his taddywhacker in your unsated maw until it sprayed seed in your throat like a randy tom cat marking its territory, then it means you're a real man.
If you want to watch the man in the bottom pic play "soccer" and get behind him as a national hero, it means you're a raving faggot. No exceptions.
I can't STAND football (soccer, Fat Yanks). There was a house three streets away from me - and I don't even live in a bad area - where the entire top half of the house was decorated by a massive England flag... imagine being their neighbour FFS. (neighbor, Fat Yanks).
But then the second England (or "Engurlund") crash out, down come the flags, and out come the tears from lager-soaked boorish morons. If I'm in a pub (bar, FY) with rowdy men shouting and farting, I'm not comfortable. I like to chill, not listen to someone who hasn't even read a book without pictures jumping up and shouting "YES! GO ON!!!!!" every five seconds. **** that.
But what gets me more than anything is people being behind Rooney. I don't get it at all. This is a man who used to accompany the Paler on his ring walks... and Hatton was the looker.
Let me break it down simply:
A dish:
NOT a dish:
That man at the top, David Haye. If you wanted him to unzip his flies and stick his taddywhacker in your unsated maw until it sprayed seed in your throat like a randy tom cat marking its territory, then it means you're a real man.
If you want to watch the man in the bottom pic play "soccer" and get behind him as a national hero, it means you're a raving faggot. No exceptions.
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