wait until we're twelve points off safety around Xmas, and losing 0-4 Charlton at home on Boxing Day, dressed in your santa hat and feeling a bit liverish after the mauling you gave your internal organs the day before. Then the scruffy c**t in the seat right in front of yours lets off, and it smells like egg-nog....
Posted By: Chunter, Nov 10, 22:22:16
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