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I hope so.
Good gawd, laughable.I heard The Man City Money man has pulled the plug because he's got a team full of w**kers.
Quote from: \"Popeye\" post=187561I hope so.It IS rubbish.Please, please read the rules on football club ownership.Don't panic Mr Mainwairing......
If you are a badger.
Got to work tonight to hear Bramall has has walked out due to this McKay getting 25% share in the club and he didn't know anything about it.Someone please tell me it's rubbish
Quote from: \"benaldo\" post=187581If you are a badger.I've got a badge but I'm not a badger.Phew.
Rindercella and her sugly isters lived in a marge lansion. Rindercella worked very hard frubbing sloors, emptying poss pits, and shivelling shot.At the end of the day, she was knucking fackered. The sugly isters were right bugly astards. One was called Mary Hinge and the other was called Betty Swallocks; they were really forrible huckers; they had fetty sweet and fatty swannies. The sugly isters had tickets to go to the ball, but the cotton runts would not let Rindercella go. Suddenly there was a bucking fang, and her gairy fodmother appeared. Her name was Shairy Hithole and she was a light rucking fesbian. She turned a pumpkin and six mite wice into a hucking cuge farriage with six dandy ronkeys who had buge hollocks and dig bicks. The gairy fodmother told Rindercella to be back by dimnlight otherwise, there would be a cucking falamity. At the ball, Rindercella was dancing with the prandsome hince when suddenly the clock struck twelve. \"Mist all chucking frighty!!!\" said Rindercella, and she ran out tripping barse over ollocks, so dropping her slass glipper. The very next day, the prandsome hince knocked on Rindercella's door and the sugly isters let him in. Suddenly, Betty Swallocks lifted her leg and let off a fig bart. \"Who's fust jarted?\" asked the prandsome hince. \"Blame that fugly ucker over there!!\" said Mary Hinge. When the stinking brown cloud had lifted, he tried the slass glipper on both the sugly isters without success and their feet stucking funk. Betty Swallocks was ducking fisgusted and gave the prandsome hince a knack in the kickers. This was not difficult as he had bucking fuge halls and a hig bard on. He tried the slass glipper on Rindercella and it fitted pucking ferfectly. Rindercella and the prandsome hince were married. The pransome hince lived his life in lucking fuxury, and Rindercella lived hers with a follen swanny! Courtesy of the late & great Ronnie Barker.