The Patriachy…comfortably debunked by Jordan Peterson. As for Sterling…that Jamaican kid had been on the radar since he was 12 years old. He was signing for Everton from QPR for £50k. Basically intercepted at Speke Airport by Liverscum & signed for £2m…sold to City two years later for £50m (British record) then slaughtered by koppshites (loyalty?) Won a dozen major honours and has starred at international level…has one more big move left in him and takes it. Perhaps you can explain to me…who should have sacrificed income and his family’s future to…for ‘loyalty?’ You have no fucking idea how professional football works.
So…the team is genuine because it’s white? Apart from the fact that the only reason that this pile of shit standard of football is being rammed down our throats is actually on the back of ‘wokeness,’ have a little think back about the clearly valid black players that represented England in the past twenty years and name the ‘woke’ one. Fucking stupid post.
There is no such thing. Fucking embarrassing ‘cunt clownball’ it should be called. A decent male U15 team would slaughter the cunts but them lads will never be lauded on TV. So much for meritocracy eh? I had you down as better than a fawning Sun headline follower. The standard is fucking chronic. Reward mediocrity if you want, I’m having none of it.
Is it age? One very unpleasant and lengthy experience. Four tokes. These little cunts are hoovering down six joints of this shit a day. Beats the fuck out of me.
It is. It’s now known as ‘flowers’ apparently. It is not right for an old cunt like me that mistakenly thought I’d have a gentle three hour float…until Mother turned up…angry and decayed. Fuck that for me…weird.
I spent many a cunted night in the Plough in Hillsborough. Beautiful countryside. My mate, Derek Petterson owned and run that boozer. Fuckin superb countryside, point-to-points and lunatics. Happy days.
A direct quote from a gobby skunkbeast of a 21 year old step-son when I asked him. He’s left me some of that other shit and I had a small go. Frightened myself to fucking death, especially after I had an hour long, bad-tempered conversation with my mother…who’s been dead since 2001! You soldier on.
Here’s a challenge. Do a ‘bit of digging’ on my recent locations, Roops (mid-June.) I was only sailing the old Beneteau around one of them on my river cruise on the Limpopo. I’ll give you a clue, nearest city was Kyoto. Clock’s ticking, Impetula.
I don’t wish to suggest that your comments are predictable, but there are as-of-yet undiscovered tribes in the heart of the Peruvian jungle who knew you were going to say that!’