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ECHO Comment: "Fears of Witch-hunt Against Liverpool FC" part 2

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mccole said:
Christ it's satire on his gambling issues which has been swept under the carpet ok you lurkers!

Nothing horrific about the dog mentioned but jump on the victim bus and back to Somerset or wherever you're from.
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If there is a decent way to rub his gambling issues to his face, people would've done it. People dont do it for a reason. The same way people dont make fun of mental issues, emotional issues, alcholism etc. Because its indecent, its below most of us and if there was anyway we could help them, we would. But it doesnt seem to affect you. Unless you are a pet owner, you wont realise the trauma. And judging by your post and the lack of sensitivity to his problems, you clearly arent one. You were clearly ignoring the sensitive issues of his problems and asking me and the other poster to go back to wherever we are from. Who is playing the victim card now?
 



Disgruntledgoat said:
The Guardian's latest RS love in... Sick making.

"I try to trigger all the senses" That'll be the smell.


www.theguardian.com

'I try to trigger all the senses': the artist behind the banners at Anfield

Peter Carney is an artist, banners are his means of expression and the Kop is his canvas
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Peter Carney 60, professional virgin today was found unconscious in his full lidderpool kit on Breck road near to the old cabbage pub. Every part of his body was bruised and broken save his shins, a nearby disguarded frying pan was believed to be the weapon.
A Mrs Edna Carney aged 83 was arrested at the scene and made a statement to the police, "That little basterd has been ruining my bedsheets since 1974, I'm sick to death of shivering all year round with nothing to cover me while I'm akip. If I told him once, I've told him a thousand times I'll swing for that little bugger. Last night was the final straw, I was tucked in all nice and cosy when I awoke freezing cold around 3am, sure enough the little bellend was out in the garden sloshing the dulux around, I only bought the sheets yesterday as well. I just erupted and grabbed the pan and chased the git out the house. He just kept saying, 'but mum, I'm an artist' , he's an artist all right, a bloody pissing the bed artist, I'm fed up scrubbing his mattress out. I don't care what happens to me, stick me away so I don't have to deal with stickymits, stealing ya mam's bedclothes and not for the first time, and me nightie was lifted up again. I swear to god they changed babies at the hospital the weird little creep"
 

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