I believe he was last seen selling Poppies, John Browns used ' Battletapes', second hand brown brogues, pre-shredded document paper, his arse, blowjobs and signed copies of his autobiography " My Life As A Snidey Hun ****" outside Larkhall Bowling and Racial Purity Club.. If I recall correctly...
Ham 'n egg to wee ten - thirty in the tunnel before the game starts... Greig: "What's yer win bonus the day?" Auld: "A fiver" Greig: "Ha, we're oan double that!" Auld: "Aye, but ours is guaranteed" ****in love him.
Warbs ... to be toasted? https://metrouk2.files.wordpress.com/2015/11/factory-eagle.jpg?w=620&h=465&crop=1
Looks like we'll all be in big trouble after the January window as accordng to The Record, Warbs is targetting such famous big names as Diego Fabbrini (on loan) from Birmingham City and ... wait for it - Jose Ignacio Peleteiro Ramallo, otherwise known as 'Jote', the La Liga star playmaker for Eibar (currently on loan from Brentford).
They must be ****e as the other day he said he didn't want to name targets in case other clubs gazump them.
Apparently we committed the crime of the century by not showing enough "respect" http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/sport/...ark-mcghee-right-tackle-disrespectful-9425812 This the kind of respect they mean? curious... https://www.sportsjoe.ie/football/celtic-ronny-deila-mark-mcghee-motherwell-handshake/73620 http://www.bbc.co.uk/sport/football/38250085
I think the most important thing in life is self-love, because if you don't have self-love, and respect for everything about your own body, your own soul, your own capsule, then how can you have an authentic relationship with anyone else? John Collins
11 December 2016 A pretty ordinary day really, although I must admit to feeling a bit disappointed with it. I woke up at 6:50am, well before the alarm went off. I found myself licking my lips, and could feel my heart pounding. Probably a result of surfing the internet so late last night. That hunger for a ‘breakthrough’ really gets to me. I can feel my moment coming, though. Tick tock! I got a glass of water and looked in the mirror. My skin looked neglected as though I hadn’t looked away from a screen in months. Big white-headed spots were in evidence, and as I looked at them I could almost hear the cries of ‘Pizza Face’ from long-ago classmates. As I downed my water, I felt a tinge of excitement about the day ahead. I walked to the PC and turned it on. I experienced a minor thrill of expectation as I clicked to open the internet browser and sought out the news. And what joy I felt when I saw the headline about a new child abuse story in Scottish football! Surely THIS would be the day when my hopes would come to fruition?! But no. Bastards! The child abuse story I saw was in relation to the wrong club! I couldn’t give a toss about that club or anyone affected! I want child abuse to have happened in the club that I want to see humiliated! I couldn’t believe my bad luck. Not to be deterred, I browsed a little more deeply, hoping to find fresh allegations of children being abused with a connection to the football club I hate. My desire burned so fiercely in my heart that I was tempted to drink a yard of Gaviscon to soothe it. And then I suddenly thought that my luck might REALLY be in! I found folk on social media randomly making remarks about child abuse, sexual predators and the rape of minors! SURELY the club I yearn to see brought to its knees is about to come a cropper? I was so excited by this possibility that I immediately fired off several emails and Tweets to newspapers and football governing bodies, asking if they had seen the ‘chat’; and demanding to know if they would seek to strip titles and trophies from any club whose staff were implicated. I must admit that I found myself rubbing my thighs and licking my lips while I asked these questions. The possibility of humiliating the club I hate is just so delicious. Obviously, I don’t really want any children to have been abused. No, really. But I do think that a good scandal could clean Scottish football of everything I despise. Some people might say that I am petty or even twisted! However, I firmly believe that evidence of child rape is exactly what the game needs to move forward. PS I couldn’t write any more today as my children interrupted me while I was typing… >>>>>> #KeepOnClumping
There is scraping the bottom of the barrel, then there is this... http://www.dailyrecord.co.uk/sport/football/football-news/rangers-going-three-wins-spin-9463232
"Stand alone policy" my arse, you ****ing shysters! I really thought our custodians cared about being cheated all this time...seems that was just gullible... all that matters is the bigot pound. My season book (my last) will be going in a drawer. I can't stomach this pish any longer. But how, in fuks name, do you explain this to a 10yo who just wants to see his team win and has no clue about any of this? The really sad part is Dermot and Peter couldn't give a fuk about me, or my son. Could never have imagined falling out of love with Celtic, but that day arrived yesterday. We had a great chance to clean up the game, but instead we have sold the soul of the club for a period of dominance. Shameful! Our usual seat at the back of the bus has been reserved. KTF? no thanks!
Big Fat Audrey on her dabs. At least if you're not going to the KNEW CAMP anymore, your 10yo's farter should be left intact. watp no surrender
