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Post by Ivor Biggin on Jun 7, 2008 17:51:23 GMT
Following last seasons priss poor showing, what do i see today, an average Cherries squad member driving around in a flashy convertable. Hang your heads in shame boys, you all obviously prefer the glamour lifestyles rather than winning a football game.
Im for one am pissed off and wont be renewing my season ticket until this SPICE BOY is released. He moans that he dosn't get a game and is now acting like some kind of playboy ! ! Get rid now.
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Post by ianmac on Jun 7, 2008 19:39:24 GMT
I agree Ivor, get this free loader off the wage bill now. I mean, we don't even really need a sub keeper...
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Post by Doddy on Jun 8, 2008 13:51:01 GMT
Oi!
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Post by ianmac on Jun 8, 2008 22:10:11 GMT
The lack of outright denial speaks volumes Doddy. A convertible sends out a certain message.
You sir, are a mecenary of the highest order. In fact I would say only Karembeau and Crespo exceed your mercenariness.
For shame...
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Post by Doddy on Jun 9, 2008 11:50:18 GMT
There must be some mistake. I do not drive nor have ever been in a convertible. I drive a Saxo - it has a sun roof, but thats it.
Mistaken Identity me thinkith.
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Post by TGood on Jun 9, 2008 13:28:26 GMT
Me think gus has something to hide ?
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Post by hitman 10 on Jun 9, 2008 14:32:45 GMT
no way am i having that tommy can use a computer!!!come on own up,whose assisting him??
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Post by ianmac on Jun 9, 2008 17:42:47 GMT
It can't be him, he can't spell good for a start and those sausage fingers are not computer friendly whatsoever!
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Post by hamster on Jun 10, 2008 9:13:01 GMT
Somebody tell the story of Tommy being barracked by teenagers on the bus again. Funniest story I've heard in years.
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Post by ianmac on Jun 10, 2008 17:28:16 GMT
Michael over to you. Omit no detail no matter how small or filthy.
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Post by hitman10 on Jun 10, 2008 17:43:18 GMT
it was a hot,humid saturday afternoon...myself,thomas and a few others were sharing drinks in the mogul before setting sail for the good ship millies.upon reaching the bus stop(yes we are tramps),mr t good decides to take up the role of 'jack the lad'.a group of young hoodies stood nearby catch his eye,'whats happening lids?' is t goods opening gambit,at which time he is subjected to a retort of 'shut up you fat baldy twat'.cue hysterics from us and absolutely no effort whatsoever to defend him.the whole journey from the staion to millies consisted of similar abuse for the said 'fat,baldy twat'.....quite simply the funniest thing i have seen since a drunken gus was pelted with stones by kids when having a piss beside the conservative club....those were the days
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