don't take this the wrong way (and I'm not being funny, right) - but you're a c.unt. And you're shit at football. You shit at football shit c.unt.

Have a good day now, y'hear?

No offence, but you're a expletiveing thick ugly antisocial cnut with shit for eyes and breath like rotten flesh.

But I say that with all due respect.

I'm still trying to work out what I did wrong in that little tete-a-tete.

I hope it rains on you really hard, and nick gets struck by lightning.

No hard feelings though.

thought you might be carrying nickeh's child after your tender embrace last week.

eh?

are you pregnant craigey?

basstids - aving a fight without me

*starts to sweep up the mess*

Gay-wrestles craigey to the floor

*lets withers out of corner without challenging*

miniguns are cool.
in the same way that doom made shotguns, syndicate made miniguns.

*wheeeeeeeeeeeee*

pack your cock away fnord!

*primes minigun, all 6 barrels start whirring*

you're dead!

THREADKILLA!!

*bangs noj and chris heads together*
Gay prawn-munching armchair-cun.ts

*licks withers leg*

*scrapes steelies down his shin*

*kicks his face off with same steelies*

*waits for newspapers to name him as Andrew Mustafa Sahid*

*aims Howitzer*

*massacres everyone on thread except chris, who runs away with shit streaming down hs leg*

eat me keks!

*grips boxo in headlock and scrubs head*

ok, nunchaka time

who wants some?

*slaps soggy cap onto knocked out gooner*

oh look who it is, pissy legs andrew

*punches goons*

takes more than that topic old son, they just bounce off.

*uses topic as pool cue to batter the fekk out of everyone at the bar*

*shits in goons' sixpence*

Heskey arses chris into the wall

*loads Howitzer*

*remebers chris' "kicking the shit oot of Zihno" thread*

*bottles boxo from behind, runs again*

Zihno look up there

*punches Zihno*

*waits for ruck to start*

WANKERS!

clean away! geddin!

*flying headbutts withers and legs it*

*kicks loft in knee then head*

*puts lit cig up bing's nose*

I wish I could drag up old fa cup(S!!)

soft front-bottoms.
*downs another gallon before getting involved*

I don't mean Zihno

Room for a geordie roundhouse?

cheeky expletiveer, I'm not fighting you if you keep dragging up old fa cups.

*jumps out way, withers goes flying through window cowboy saloon brawl style*

gan on then withers.
get ootside, lad.

*grabs ashtray*

;o)

Head-butts jim in a diving keith houchen stylee

*flicks chillie sauce in boxo's eye*

*burps re-heated kebab at jim*

beer?

mines a landlord

*pushes withers*

fukk it - in for a penny...

Ok so I’ve had a beer, now I’m feeling lary

Which fuc.ker wants some?