Noisy noise annoys
Player Valuation: £70m
He’s the prime example mums attic dwelling, keyboard warrior
He needs to go out and get some air (or at least dmt) in partially formed lungs
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He’s the prime example mums attic dwelling, keyboard warrior
There's no way i'm fighting someone in the arena who uses the word PLAZZY
Attic and PlazzyHe’s the prime example mums attic dwelling, keyboard warrior
He needs to go out and get some air (or at least dmt) in partially formed lungs
I feel personally attacked.Attic and Plazzy
You horrendous wool.
And like i've said in previous posts, you're an absolute cuckhold. You'd walk in on your missus getting blastered and congratulate the fella for showing her a good time
Dispute resolution takes many forms, here in The NEW ArenaI used the wrong term with saying finish each other off. However if that’s what’s needed then fair game.
There should be a Purge-like stance taken by the Mods on Deadline Day. It's going to be a legendary day in the storied history of GOT, regardless, but I'd pay handsomely to witness the grim majesty of Transfer Thread cryarses posting their innermost feelings without fear of reprisal.This next week has all the hallmarks of mass bannings. No signings, investment broken down, wolves rocking up to goodison and playing us off the park, an injury to danjuma and a deadline day of nothing but @hktoffee posting 5 times on every page of the transfer thread.
Buckle up and pick a side of the fence to sit on. Best to take the next week not sober.
You can leave me out of this…Round 1 to naisy
Oh sugar haha. Sorry mate. Wasn’t even drunk when I got that wrong alsoYou can leave me out of this…![]()
I mean, obviously I’m going to carry on lurking and watching the virtual fists fly…Oh sugar haha. Sorry mate. Wasn’t even drunk when I got that wrong also
Throw a chair from the crowd mateI mean, obviously I’m going to carry on lurking and watching the virtual fists fly…