We trudged out of the Barclay like the smock-wearing straw chewers we are moaning in our strange coloquial accents "Oi dowent know wor 'appenin' at our club. Bor, we play rubbish every week". I went straight home and shagged me sister I was so angry.
Posted By: Robert_Chase, Oct 29, 14:55:07
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