What if, yeah, right, you were sat in an NCFC board meeting

and a big fat managerial vacancy rode in on a BMX bike wearing spangly crocs and did a smell in the drinks cabinet?

Would you squash its tits off in the photocopier while singing "The Star Spangled Boothroyd" or take it into the Top of the Terrace, dress it up in a Gunny bald wig and roger it senseless on a bed of crushed strawberries?

Posted By: Old Git on January 19th 2009 at 13:25:18


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