Scumbag. Good riddance.Any less transfers in and we'd have the cheapest owners and most ineffectual board in the history of football.
Good business getting rid of glassback Smith though.
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Scumbag. Good riddance.Any less transfers in and we'd have the cheapest owners and most ineffectual board in the history of football.
Good business getting rid of glassback Smith though.
Which one of the 18 got his harpoon? I hope for everyone's sake it wasn't Cyrus you gave it toCost of living in 2039 is absolutely killing me and I just can't afford the season ticket for me and the 19 kids.
So with a heavy heart, I've sold Billy Ray to a travelling family and now just have to have pay for mine and the other 18 little ones.
Farewell Billy Ray, my little 31 year old apple of your father's eye, may you have peace and tranquility working the ticket line on the dodgems
UTFC!
Which one of the 18 got his harpoon? I hope for everyone's sake it wasn't Cyrus you gave it to
First time without Brains Ferguson... sad days indeed. Where on earth to go for a fix of his brand of calamitika-taka?
Pull your finger out Tinkerman Henderson!
I didn't cry when I lost my mum when the mackerel trawler she was on got hit by the great tsunami of 2034.Another day, another season, another bad start, another wreckless one night stand, another dodgy curry, another tattoo, another binbag of clothes for mum......but one things changed, there's a gaping hole in my soul (which reminds me to buy glue to fix the bottom of my shoe), there's an emptiness deep in my gut (is it the yearning for a full English I wonder?), there's a little patch of liquid on my pillow from tears spilled (or has Jimmy Savlon the next door neighbour been up to his old hair gel tricks again?)....and I remember, it's because Big Dunc has gone
Hello Duncan my old friend
I've come to kidnap you again
Because a vision softly creeping
I watched you while you were sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Was Lois Lane
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams, I swam alone
Through Kopite tears and cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I met Hendo dressed as a tramp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a Disco light
A dirty night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light, I saw
Ten thousand Coasters, maybe more
Big Dunc talking without speaking
Hendo hearing without listening
I was writing songs that voices never shared
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"The village bike said I, "You do not know,
maccas todger still it grows
Hear his words that he might teach you
Take his harpoon that it might reach you"
And those words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence
And Stacey bowed aand Tracy prayed
To the neon macca they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
Then the sign said, "The words on the prophets are written on the subway walls
In tenement halls"
And i farted in the sound of silence
I know who will be on the receiving end of my first harpoon of the year if this keeps up.
@maccavennie anything to be said for a visit to Hendo from mammy? Just to set him straight on a few things
Classic Hendo!She's living with him mate, he's completely lost his focus.....his Ford Focus that is as they got done by a pair of swingers in the local Lidl car park.
I was on that trawler too and i didn't cry for your mum either, in fact i pushed her overboard just as a joke.I didn't cry when I lost my mum when the mackerel trawler she was on got hit by the great tsunami of 2034.
But I'll cry now.