I'm tempted to make that Morato's nickname on account of how many he drops.
I'm tempted to make that Morato's nickname on account of how many he drops.
I was mildly interested in it until Trump rang them and they fawned all over him. I get they had had little option but still, I was out at that point.
This is something I can definitely get behind.
I think the Forest players should be names after children's television shows. I am thinking MGW could be zebedee as he is a bit bouncy. i am wondering who Rhubarb and Custard are? I have my theories...
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Chicago: Victim of childhood television exposure.
McAtee and Ndoye can fight over Scrappy Doo. Thus far a rather pointless and annoying addition.
Aina can be the bloke from The Magic Roundabout who always seems stoned - Mr Rusty.
Are we even doing match threads now? I've just thrown my £3.80 Grand National winnings (I say winnings, I turned £20 into £3.80) on a Villa win. Good odds given it is guaranteed, will return £9.90
I made like Archimedes and shouted 'EUROPA' during the week.
I wouldn't dream of spoiling Ingo's Premiershipleague flow.
But where art thou, Ingo?
What light from yonder sweat shop window breaks?
Yeah. All of that's way too niche for ingo.
"Ingo you cunt, the fuck are you" is about the level.
I'm willing to bet a Shady that Ingo will have heard of Archimedes and Shakespeare.
And calling people a spazzcunt is obviously fun, but you can't do it ALL the time. Especially on game day eve.
You can if they is one.
That could be a line from Pinter. I can imagine Danny Dyer saying that in The Dumb Facking Waiter.
Even if they are surely you have to mix it up occasionally?
Keep it fresh. And them guessing. Which they won't successfully do. What with being a spazzcunt.
Little Miss BW's final dress rehearsal earlier before their dance show in the West End next weekend. Lots of parents packed into the dance studio (in Derby) to watch two of the three numbers they'll be dancing for the first time.
When Shakira's Waka Waka music fired up, I strongly suspect I was the only one singing in my head: 'Thirty signings, who gives a fuck?...'
Latest incarnation is 4 managers.
In a rare fit of optimism, just booked an Istanbul hotel for the Europa final. Option for free cancellation, of course.
That's not a bad idea.