effort without reward, perform without joy, eat carbs every hour on the hour,

bread, pasta and spuds. I said bread, pasta and spuds then pies, pancakes, fudge.

i have experienced many a night on the moors, kicking pheasants into touch and grappling with beasts unknown to mankind. i have experienced pain and embraced it. i am a man, a man of todd.

if you haven't spewed up, we're out of the cup

s**t

socks pulled up to your knees with a tightly tucked shirt, mark the opposition so tight that your nipples hurt.

exhaustion without pleasure

lard

and that was the burnley way

Posted By: Tombs, Apr 15, 12:10:51