Possibly, but I don’t want that common knowledge, don’t want any of these shitbag “journo’s” turning up at my door for an exclusive, on second thoughts, maybe I do, there’s a few I’d like to give a nice warm welcome to ;-)Even a whole six days?
That makes you a world expert.
That’s as may be, but are you OK?You just had to take it that one step further.
I didn’t want to be on the forums, posting all day.
I didn’t want to have years of torment supporting City.
I just wanted to leap from tree to tree as they float down the might rivers of British Columbia.
They're waiting for a winnable match. I guess that should tell us something.If Rag Nicks work permit takes much longer the season will be over.
and nobody expected the Spanish Inquisition.Emmanuel Kant was a real pissant, who was very rarely stable.
Heidiger, Heidiger was a boozy beggar, who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine, who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya about the raising of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, on half a pint of shandy, was particularly I’ll.
Plato, they say, could stick it away. Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbs was fond of his dram.
And René Descartes was a drunken fart; I think, therefore I am.
Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed. A lovely little thinker, but a bugger, when he’s pissed!
Our chief weapon is surprise; surprise and fear…and nobody expected the Spanish Inquisition.
20 I think..Dont like the Mancini rumours.
It makes sense though. They are about 10 years behind City.
What some on here don't know is that song was written and first performed by our very own @Bill WalkerEmmanuel Kant was a real pissant, who was very rarely stable.
Heidiger, Heidiger was a boozy beggar, who could think you under the table.
David Hume could out-consume Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel.
And Wittgenstein was a beery swine, who was just as schloshed as Schlegel.
There’s nothing Nietzsche couldn’t teach ya about the raising of the wrist.
Socrates himself was permanently pissed.
John Stewart Mill, of his own free will, on half a pint of shandy, was particularly I’ll.
Plato, they say, could stick it away. Half a crate of whiskey every day.
Aristotle, Aristotle was a bugger for the bottle.
Hobbs was fond of his dram.
And René Descartes was a drunken fart; I think, therefore I am.
Yes Socrates himself is particularly missed. A lovely little thinker, but a bugger, when he’s pissed!
But someone has fucked someone, without their agreement!There's no he said/she said in financial crimes...
Treated myself today to a portion of fish & chips - £7.15. I used to have a pocket-money job in a chippy back in the early 60's. Fish 1/- , chips 6d (equivalent to 7.5p), 10,000% increaseMore likely a chip-shop name .....
In early 1976, a portion of chips was still only 6p.Treated myself today to a portion of fish & chips - £7.15. I used to have a pocket-money job in a chippy back in the early 60's. Fish 1/- , chips 6d (equivalent to 7.5p), 10,000% increase
If I worked a full day, they would feed me pie & chips, 2 rounds of bread & butter, a cup of tea with a woodbine.
You were lucky!Treated myself today to a portion of fish & chips - £7.15. I used to have a pocket-money job in a chippy back in the early 60's. Fish 1/- , chips 6d (equivalent to 7.5p), 10,000% increase
If I worked a full day, they would feed me pie & chips, 2 rounds of bread & butter, a cup of tea with a woodbine.
The pisscan signed Jones
Hmmm...I understand you like to 'drink it in' rather a lot.There will never be a denouement like it ever again. Not given the historical backdrop and the prevailing narrative of that season.
Really got to be careful with the phrase 'throw some big ones' in football, as ole found out.If he likes shapes, that’s Luke Shaw absolutely fucked.
...because they are prepared to give him more of these 'dollars'?It is funny that the biggest club in the world, supported by more than tenth of the entire human population, has chosen as its messiah an old dude who hasn't actually worked in the specific profession recently. He had been content to take Russian tax payers' money for this retirement, but the best club in England has given him his first, and probably last, dealings with a 'big' club.