Optimus Prime said:Someone in a pub told me Etihad means United, so when I go to the game I refuse to look at any of the players or actively show them any support if I can see the front of their shirts - it makes me sick - I only look at the players who have their backs turned to me, and if they celebrate in my direction, I flick them the Vs and tell them where to shove their feigned enthusiasm - bloody turncoats don't understand the heritage of the Club. I now cheer on the opposition team if they score past Given, standing there with his bastard United shirt on - well at least they're not a bunch of closet Rags like our lot!
I'm such a huge blue that I still have to buy the replica kits, but I've covered the Etihad logo up with the Brother one from one of my son's old shirts from a few years back - I've not told him yet, but his Nan got him a Vodafone mobile for his last Birthday and he's still using it so he must be a Rag, so I don't care about the ungrateful little bastard any more. Yeah, he's only 6 and a half but I won't be talking to the dirty little shithouse again - bloody turncoat - he's just as bad as the players. Anyway, my shirt looks fucking gash now, but at least I can look myself in the mirror without wanting to throw up all over the place.
No,I,m with Scottish power.Oh hang on a minute!Fucking baconface and fletcher!Shit,I'm gonna have to change again.Impeccable said:anymore than 2sheiks said:We're looking for a new carpet and the wife suggested going to united carpets.I told her i wouldn't set foot in the fucking place even if they were giving them away.She's already banned from buying persil because years ago one of their adverts showed a kids bedroom with rag posters on the wall.It might be childish,but theres a principle at stake.
Is any of your gas/electric supplied by United Utilities?
Dave if thats true I am sorry for lol andDidsbury Dave said:I forgot about this one.
My mate Frank (RIP) was a big off-piste skiier. Every year he went without fail to the Alps, running bigger and bigger risks. He was a mad blue as well, loved City even more than skiing.
Obviously when you are going way off-piste you have to be very careful. The first point of safety is to have a working mobile phone with you. One day he was going right up to the glacier at Val D-Iseres and he was worried because his own mobile was a bit dodgy, it had rebooted itself a couple of times. You cannot take any risks in these situations - avalanches happen all the time in the region and off-piste skiiers lose their life every winter.
He borried a mobile phone from a friend and stuffed it in his pocket without looking too carefully at wo the contract was with. He trusted his friend, you see.
Yes, that day there was an avalanche which broke his leg but didn't bury him. All he needed to do was call out the mountain rescue to come and get him. He got out the phone and.....
You can probably guess the rest.
RIP Frank. City Til He Died.