Not from me mate.Both bore the tits of me, so i'm not dedicating a thread to them.. I've hardly done any for ages, since our nightshift died, and every **** goes to bed.
The pies in Wigan are excellent. If you asked for Tapas you'd probanly be viewed with intense suspicion.
I’ve been there three times and seen two goals, both scored by Franco Di Santo. I’m done with these away grounds in the middle of nowhere on retail parks at least until we have something to play for. I’d recommend going if you haven’t though just for the locals.
To be fair, mate, I have claimed that Bod is rattled. Then again, that is one of my main wum weapons.
He’d been looking for an excuse to ban him for ages. It was so telegraphed that I called it days before.
Went around this time last year, FA Cup. Cedric scored, and we won 2-0 if memory serves, so it was sort of worth it. Climactic conditions were ****ing atrocious, as I remember it was halfway up a bleak hillside with a wind straight off the arctic. I had a pork pie in a pub by the station, it was excellent and cost about a quid. Was not remotely tempted by a trip to Burnley today.
There is a philosophy which dictates that the people that wind you up the most are actually very close to you in the spirit world, before we came into being in this realm. If that is true, I must be like a Great Teacher to the likes of you and Pixie, Stan and Bambi. Learn to love me, Commie. I think it's part of your spiritual journey.
I/ve no idea mate, it's a bit of a blur...All i do know is when i've been on Julien wanted to have a pop..That's up to him, i'm thick skinned enuff.
That's because it's a dull as ditch water, Commie. I used to like night times on here, but not any more. Something has changed. The banter has died, and a soulless element has taken over.
That is one of the most pathetic posts i've ever read on here. Do you hate the idea that most of us can actually get along (within reason), and chat about virtually everything in the world, past, present and future? Whislt we are all doing that, you just pop on, and post lie an old prick man... Ffs, sort your life out.
The nightshift was no longer worth staying up for.. You would come along and ruin it all, at around 2/3am. An outsider would guess that you didn't work, and were just a cock.
Commie's rattled about something, again. But don't worry. It's all part of his spiritual learning, Pix. Now that you've turned up, it's time for me to teach you a thing or two, mate.
