AA: Son. Where's the crowd? EH: Dad. I've spoken to the ref. He's delaying the kick-off. AA: What until we've pissed off?
EH: NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA Ehab! NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA Ehab! Ehaaab. Ehaaab. Batmaaaan. I mean Ehab! AA: ...How is this **** my son? EH: Did you say something? AA: No, no. You carry on....****.
EA : Papa, tell me the story of how you were tortured and then escaped from Egypt? AA : Well, my precious **** of a son, it was like this. I'd lied and cheated and ****ed so many people about, there was nothing for it but to come to England start all over and do the same again, I was so good at it. EA : What happened in Egypt, though? AA : **** all really, my chosen one, I lied about that too. EA : OH!
AA: ****s sake..I asked if my test results are back. EA Sorry dad, I thought you said. Are my testicles black?
I don't get it. Look at the photo's from the meeting, and the Americans seemed happy enough with us. please log in to view this image
AA: did you remember to include the stadium management company? EA: the stadium what? You said we didn't own the stadium! AA: ah well, when you meet them tomorrow, just mention it and ask for about 6m, the stupid t***ts won't even notice....