just girding my loins

[r.soleofsalford]

off to the pub to take the piss out the shit. look the red cunts in the eye show no weakness and start into right into there and then.

any rags in. when they answer say, well keep your heads down there`s a fucking woodpecker on the loose.

example. ask if they went because there were plenty of seats left by you rag cunts.

etc, etc, they`re easy, most haven't even got the capacity to share a brain cell.

wish me luck and good hunting.

all flowers to be sent to ward m4 salford royal

 

[GOULDYBOBS]

ha ha ha. i was just repeatedly shouting " how much is your season ticket?" to this rag from london who obviously had never stepped foot in vermin towers. he went red as fergie's whiskey nose when he couldnt answer and the whole beer garden was staring at him for a response!

town got noticably busier after the match had finished but didnt see more than one rag shirt all day!!