Nicked from facey Loads of mags trying to take the p*ss about Sunderland fans been happy about going to Wembley for the checkatrade trophy, after years of struggles to stay in the top flight, then 2 relegations on the bounce people are just happy to be winning games again, the chance to hit London with 40000 Mackems for the weekend lighting up Trafalgar Square doesn’t come around that often and to see little kids with smiles on their faces following the lads is what football is all about. Also please note the following, We don’t do mock funerals We don’t have french days We don’t shout at shops We don”t punch horses We don’t call our daughters Rafa or Keegan We don’t think we the biggest club in the world We have fans not the “toon army” or “Geordie nation” We don’t **** over shirt numbers like the famous number 9 We don’t go on holiday all inclusive to Benidorm and wear the same top for the full 7 days We don’t get married in noooocasle tops So stick your Greggs pasties where the sun don’t shine you dirty black and white b*stards FTM
My neighbours are having a competition to see who can hang out the washing the fastest. So far it's level pegging.
Frank always looked on the bright side, constantly irritating his friends with his eternal optimism. No matter how horrible the circumstance, he would always reply "It could have been worse." To cure him of his annoying habit, his friends decided to invent a situation so completely bad, so terrible, that even Frank could find no hope in it. On the golf course one day, one of them said, "Frank, did you hear about Tom ? . . . . he came home last night, found his wife in bed with another man, shot them both, and then turned the gun on himself !" "That's awful," said Frank, "but it could have been worse." "How the hell," asked his bewildered friend, "could it have been worse ?" "Well," replied Frank, "if it had happened the night before, I'd be dead now !"
