HIAG has no spine and we all know that, let’s just stop trying to make bets with him and better still let’s stop discussing existing bets with him cos it’s boring now.
You have to make it interesting for him, no more avatar bets, go straight for the jugular... winner gets a lard sandwich.
There is no wriggle room in our “no past players, no past glories” wager. You couldn’t, for example, get me to carry an avatar of Henry, either as player, lifting a trophy, or as manager of Monaco. See how it works, Pix? Good. The one I have for you is a beauty, mate.
I propose that until ‘HIAG’ stops being a slug, he shall go by his new name of WIAB. Welcher Is A Blob All that agree should from this moment forward, refer to the artist formerly knows as HIAG, as WIAB.
The bet is agreed according to your original terms EXACTLY as you wrote them. In the same way that you went to great pains to point out to me, ‘it’s not what you meant, it’s what you wrote’ If you lose you are are getting a Sol Campbell avatar. So you’d better start praying to the wum gods that Poch doesn’t **** off to Utd (or anywhere else)
He never will. Because he knows if he welches with me I’ll turn up at his gig and shove his pre-gig gravy pie up his fart pipe.
Look at him trying to welch on this poch/emery bet already. He thought he was being clever writing pussy terms that would get him off the hook having a Sol Campbell avatar, and he’s left himself open for just that. We’ll have to have a poll for his punishment when he welches it.
I'm saving you from yourself. Having ripped you apart with two wager wins already this season, I would have thought by now you'd have realised you can't beat me. Clearly not. You cannot save yourself, so I will have to save you from yourself. When Poch accepts an extended contract from Levy as reward for his loyalty, you'll thank me, Tel. And when you see what I have got planned for Pixie, you'll be even more grateful (whilst pissing your pants with derisive laughter).
I'm pretty certain I'm not, Pix. A gentle piccy of Dick Emery from the 70s, dressed up as a lady, or something bizarre (but otherwise quite harmless) with Popeye, that's your limit, mate. I've stitched you right up.
Only ‘pretty’ certain now eh ? Once you work it out (assuming you’re clever enough to realise your mistake) you’ll understand why you will be getting one of Sol Campbell
I’m slaughtering the butternut squash tomorrow for Christmas dinner. It will be difficult to do, but if you’re going to eat vegetables, then you have to be man enough to kill them yourself.
