I went with my mate to rangers v Bayern in 99 Did the **** a favour and I rated the Germans at the time Big effenberg n matthaus ... some players
Couldn't be ****ed reading the 3 pages but bet none of you young whippersnappers said Jim Baxter. He was making a drunken **** of himself long before Best was iirc.
A great player and what we now call a 'Maverick' but pissed his life away until he needed a new liver, got a new liver and carried on pissing his life away until he upped and died. I'm sure the family of the organ donor were chuffed to bits to know that their nearest and dearest died so that Best could neck a few more bottles of Jonnie Walker Black Label before using his exquisite foot to kick the bucket. Had some top notch fanny in his time though.
The organ donor didn't actually die so that George Best could have his liver. I'm guessing he was dead anyway, so had no further use for it. And he drank white wine spritzers not Johnnie Walker, the poof. Come to think of it, isn't that what @Gambol drinks?
I appreciate the hair splitting but technically the donor had to die first in order for Best to get his liver. The point being that if the receiver had gone on to lead a happy and healthy life it would have been more of a comfort to the relatives than knowing a famous piss artist wasted the chance to get clean.
I don't think they tell you who gets your liver. It's not like sponsoring a child with Save The Children, where you get letters and photographs every few months showing the recipient enjoying his new liver.
So you think people inhabit their organs even after they die? Like some kind of liver soul? I'm sure the people close to whoever died were more annoyed about the donor dying than whatever the **** happened to his organs. If anything I'd rather my liver went to George Best than you, whatever the **** he chooses to do with it.
And look what the cat vomited up on the carpet. I am equally as sure the family of the donor were more upset at losing one of their nearest and dearest than finding out it went to a pissy-pants like George Best. No, I don't think that the person's soul lives on in their donated organs, being a staunch atheist I don't believe in the soul or reincarnation. I leave that to the Buddhists and Zombie worshipping Christians. The point is that there is comfort in knowing someone you loved was able to help others after they have died. Little comfort to know the person getting the organ gave less than a single f*ck and wasted the chance given to them. Just to be clear I wouldn't donate my last dump to you even if your life depended on it although if you required a brain transplant one of my greasy turds would be an improvement on the diseased mass between your ears. No need to thank me.
Says the council worker I'm going to add in my will that none of my organs will go to racist, Metro-reading, teetotal, QPR supporting mongos
