Hey guy! Not sure if ya want abit of fun, but there's a post about our great club! Worth a bit of banter me thinks
I thought you meant Hull are bored! Watching us walking the league. You could do with a striker me thinks....we snapped up Fraizer Cambell....only £650.000!
Bear in mind it's just one or two on a wumming mission Anyway, while I'm here, do you look for anything specific when choosing the a sheep or is it just the first one you catch will do? I'd have more respect if there's some sort of ranking system rather than you just being tarts. On a more serious note (or maybe not) I don't know if you're aware but we're having a bubble trip proposed for our game against Huddersfield. There's no real history between our two clubs, apart from a Police initiated issue about eight years ago. We've currently got a 15 year old that gets legal aid who has had the gumption to find a solicitor prepared to mount a legal challenge. http://www.hullcityindependent.net/?page=forum&forum_id=4&thread_id=14609 I'm aware that you've had some experience of these things. Has anyone challenged them, and if so, how far did they get?
Interesting point DMD which I'm afraid I can't answer - about bubble trips I mean. Let us know the outcome. As for your first point. It never pays to be last out of the pub on a Saturday night. If you are there is a great risk of being left with the fat, ugly one. Mind you if you do get that one she is always grateful. Got to be careful you are not left with the ram. Brings a whole new meaning to getting the horn!!! Please bear in mind that after we do what we do to them, they enter the food chain. So, if you eat lamb, do you spit or swallow?
Calmly explained Dr Blue, the finer intricacies of the sheep-selection process are best left to the mind of an intellectual. However I will try. Yep, for that, we look to sunset in Wales... Mid-November, at dusk, as the first dew settles on the very richest, greenest blades of grass, the wind whips through an empty valley. Now I reveal that the Welsh secret of poor weather is actually an ancient shrine to the art of sheep worship; photons are displaced, angels sing. An undulating motion has begun, and through the natural process of light refraction from the blue moon, and the echoes of the empty mines, an image is displayed on a craggy rock wall. A Welshman will study said image, sometimes for days, deciphering the holy message. Many tears will be shed, his family will fear for him, such concentration is rarely seen elsewhere in the world. After a while, he gives up, heads to the pub, drinks some Brains and finds the first fluffy b@stard he can get his hands on. Gender doesn't really matter over here. Hope that has clarified a few things. Oh, bonus points if anyone can spot a secret mesage.
Uni, so poetic, such imagination. You studying English Literature? As for the secret message, are you really a Man City fan? Blue moon........
A day without learning's a day wasted, as they say. So, gender's not important, what about age? Is a lamb fair game? What's the welsh for sheep and lamb?
fk me is this all hull city 606 have 2 offer us!!,this plonker with very old jokes is a right bore draw of a fella. try thinking out side of that box DOG,then and only then you may get some bounty from us taffs try looking at google for "welsh jokes 2013"
Don't know about the rest of the country but in Cardiff the welsh for sheep and lamb is sheep and lamb! You are also showing an unhealthy interest in this, goats not doing it for you up your way?
On a Saturday night, after a few Brains Beers, there's nothing quite like a lady to round off that perfect evening:
Truth is you would be hard pressed to find a sheep anywhere in Cardiff, but if you were to, it would be fair to say it would be handed to you on a plate.
Sheep graze happily near Radyr Wods! So I'm told that is...haven't actually been with one yet..at all that is!
