Liverpool CL Final Drinkies
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Not that Fox.
Bah
He's still bound to be fucking weird, like
Poor fox
R.I.P.
He was truly exceptional that bloke
He made Dreamy look like Will Self
Whats weirder than spending your time posting on this fucking shithole?
Just reading it and NOT posting thats what.
Like those people who like looking at autopsy photos and pictures of the aftermath of car accidents
You would have to have really low self esteem to have read the site all these years and not feel you can contribute.
I'm sure you lads are really making him feel welcome.
Still, this is basically the way we treat each other when we go for a bevvy so he's used to it like.
Still, this is basically the way we treat each other when we go for a bevvy so he's used to it like.
I dunno, to most people it might be like joining in a disabled 5-a-side team.
Although admittedly it would mean actually watching disabled 5-a-side regularly.
"Another peerless man of the match display, and a glorious hat-trick!"
"Yeah, but their keeper is partially sighted and in a wheelchair"
"Yeah, but their keeper is partially sighted and in a wheelchair"
I think I've just had a terrible moment of clarity
An epiphany.
*stares into void*
*Dreamy stares back*
*Dreamy stares back*
And DONT masterbate
He is not man. He is EVO.
Hahahahaha this thread continues to deliver.
Links?
*masturbate
It's easy to mistype when you're knocking one out
Not the way I do it.
Master it myself
Ha that was not a void it's Steviem's closet
Hey fellas. Been a long time, too long. Must be years since I felt the loving embrace of this community. God damn, so long my last hazy recollection was a rambling scribbling from a hazy smoke filled bar where I watched the game whilst knocking back copious amounts of Bourbon with Ronnie Wood and Tom Petty (God bless his sweet soul). Some guy called Joe Cole played for The Nighty Reds....haha...Mighty I mean but it was such a night... and all our internet warriors were rising, rising like an Eagle, like of an Eagle on an Eagle's album cover, to rid our good righteous club of those Fat Cat countrymen of mine. Apologies from the US of A. Love y'all.
It's been a tough few years for your man here. I split with my long time partner and I lost some cherished friends along the way, musical geniuses, guys I'd jammed with and shared so much drunken, skunked up conversations with. David (Bowie), George (Michael)...more of him later, Tom (Petty not Jones) and your beloved son 'Doddy'. Ken was a total dude guys and word in the business is he got his ear for a tune from his older brother Paul McCartney. Paul is a close friend of mine. Love the guy. I cannot stand that Ringo guy though. Whack Whack Whack a drum and sing a song about getting by with a little help of his friends. Don't tell anyone but no-one likes him, he has no friends in the scene. He secretly tried to sue Whigfield claiming he wrote the words to 'Saturday Night', she is a good friend of mine, so I got my attorney on the case and we countersued because he had damaged her artistic reputation. Gawd Dang that legal boy is good. Starkey is now all front, not a pot to piss in.
I hid myself away guys, wallowed in my dark heart, my pity. I indulged in pleasures so carnal it would have made Lucifer blush. Not that you would notice him blush because he's red but you get my meaning don't ya. I wish Ken hadn't left me that tickling stick, once the ladies of the night had finished it resembled a Pepperami. I'm still walking around bow-legged. I couldn't stop a pig in a jigger these days haha (props to those SOS guys for taking me under their wings and educating me in the local tongue....tongue as in accent not licking ma brown spot pink.
So anyway, after my descent into oblivion I saw the light and got my shit together dudes. I had always been influenced by spirituality, not so much in a religious way but always was intrigued by connections to auras, sitting cross legged in front of a big ancient stone and eating dandelions. I got myself clean and embarked on a clean life, physically and mentally. I felt good and alive man. i drank water, ate yogurt and berries for breakfast, stopped smoking the cheeba and denounced alcohol. It was hard people don't get me wrong but my dearest friend, Sunny. was a crutch and supported me all the way.
During my rehabilitation I became fond of a Reiki teacher called Meadow. She is beautiful guys. Such a sweet sweet soul. She suggested me, her and Sunny should spend a long weekend in ibiza because that was where the hippies started but I was thinking God damn that is the last place a man in my condition should be going. Too many hedonistic temptations for little ol' me.
Dudes....going to have to stop there for the momento....exhausted.
It's been a tough few years for your man here. I split with my long time partner and I lost some cherished friends along the way, musical geniuses, guys I'd jammed with and shared so much drunken, skunked up conversations with. David (Bowie), George (Michael)...more of him later, Tom (Petty not Jones) and your beloved son 'Doddy'. Ken was a total dude guys and word in the business is he got his ear for a tune from his older brother Paul McCartney. Paul is a close friend of mine. Love the guy. I cannot stand that Ringo guy though. Whack Whack Whack a drum and sing a song about getting by with a little help of his friends. Don't tell anyone but no-one likes him, he has no friends in the scene. He secretly tried to sue Whigfield claiming he wrote the words to 'Saturday Night', she is a good friend of mine, so I got my attorney on the case and we countersued because he had damaged her artistic reputation. Gawd Dang that legal boy is good. Starkey is now all front, not a pot to piss in.
I hid myself away guys, wallowed in my dark heart, my pity. I indulged in pleasures so carnal it would have made Lucifer blush. Not that you would notice him blush because he's red but you get my meaning don't ya. I wish Ken hadn't left me that tickling stick, once the ladies of the night had finished it resembled a Pepperami. I'm still walking around bow-legged. I couldn't stop a pig in a jigger these days haha (props to those SOS guys for taking me under their wings and educating me in the local tongue....tongue as in accent not licking ma brown spot pink.
So anyway, after my descent into oblivion I saw the light and got my shit together dudes. I had always been influenced by spirituality, not so much in a religious way but always was intrigued by connections to auras, sitting cross legged in front of a big ancient stone and eating dandelions. I got myself clean and embarked on a clean life, physically and mentally. I felt good and alive man. i drank water, ate yogurt and berries for breakfast, stopped smoking the cheeba and denounced alcohol. It was hard people don't get me wrong but my dearest friend, Sunny. was a crutch and supported me all the way.
During my rehabilitation I became fond of a Reiki teacher called Meadow. She is beautiful guys. Such a sweet sweet soul. She suggested me, her and Sunny should spend a long weekend in ibiza because that was where the hippies started but I was thinking God damn that is the last place a man in my condition should be going. Too many hedonistic temptations for little ol' me.
Dudes....going to have to stop there for the momento....exhausted.
Hahahahaha. Id forgotten about you!!! Glad youre back
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