I've got a dog, his name is RoverYou’re fucking shit, you’re fucking shit, you’re fucking shit, you’re fucking shit, you’re fucking shit
As opposed to being buried being under that same blinding moonlight for well over a decade now, whilst simultaneously STILL telling anyone who will listen that they couldn't care less about us. And being laughed at by the whole world for pretending to believe that. Meanwhile, every non-Rag knows that the Trafford clowns are crying themselves to sleep about it in their "nited" pajamas every night.Considering how bad their team is, I bet lots of rags would like to be Walking On The Moon.
After the initial response I would have said Fuck Yoonited and Fuck Tesco. I'm off to Asda!On the way home last night, I went into our local Tesco .
There were a group of four or five lads - presumably employees - standing together in the corner. Upon seeing my City shirt, one of them shouted, "*n*t*d,” and they all laughed.
I replied with, "Shit!," and they all laughed again.
When I came out, a couple of minutes later, they were still there, so I said, "They’re still shit," to which, one of them answered, "Remember me, when we win the League."
I responded with, "I’ll be dead by then."
Huckerby was by far better than Rashford though.
We’d gone to Asda before that, but it was closed!After the initial response I would have said Fuck Yoonited and Fuck Tesco. I'm off to Asda!
maybe not in bed with the missusI’m not selective I like to sing it anytime.
State of this from Peter Crouch
"In those central positions, imagine if it was with a Kane or Rashford in front of him“
What do you expect when the cheating rat is captain
maybe not in bed with the missus