Sepp Blatter is a Bellend «
Sepp Blatter is officially a Bellend.
At least according to the South African presidency website…
New York Times: Brilliant Headline #2
The best thing about this world cup...is comedy glasses! «
To be honest, I’ve been a bit disheartened by this world cup so far. It’s been underwhelming and the lack of total screamers is a bit of a dissapointment.
Anyhow, click on the above link for some Elton John Wannabes. And no, it’s not me.
Oh Dear, more A graders in geography in the USA!
Man City Fan makes a right t*t (or arm) of himself. Got to admire him sticking to his word though…..
Thanks to Craig D for that one.
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QPR Away - Pre Match Preparation
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A Big ‘Feck Off’ #3
As a lovely pickup for your Friday afternoon, it’s time for feck off number 3. This week’s absolute twatface, for your visual please, is the one and only Jim White off Sky Sports News.
Ever present in NUFC times of trouble, strife and (god forbid) good times, Jim White’s irritating Scottish twang rings out from the screens as a reminder of how much Sky love and hate us in equal measures.
Jim and his SSN cronies have always taken great delight in finding the first slack-jawed, topless, pie-munching fat bastard they can find in the vicinity of SJP, and throwing their ugly mush infront of a camera, painting us all in the same manner. His overuse of the words messiah, ‘the Geordie public’, ‘these long suffering fans’ and ‘this massive club’ have helped push the myth that we demand everything and wait for nothing.
Well, Jim, you and your pals can FECK OFF.
Dear Jim, from all at ShiteSeats: I hope that the next time you are in a supermarket queue you are behind a woman who does not realise until she is asked for payment that she needs to find her card from the depths of her purse or bag and takes several minutes to do so
An open letter, from ShiteSeats
To all those bastards who wrote us off.
To all those bastards who said we’d be going into administration.
To that bastard Phil Brown, singing on the pitch.
To Michael Owen, Damien Duff, Oba Martins and the bastards who ashamed us.
To all the bastards in the press who wrote “Ghost Toon”
To all the bastards who said the fans would desert in their thousands
To each and every bastard who said we were the “new Leeds”
…and to the bastards telling us it’s “only the Championship’
FUCK OFF.
NUFC are back - and this time, we hate you all even more.
Howay the fucking lads.
Trophy Virgins, Peter?
Don’t think so, you horrid little Smoggy git.
Love,
ShiteSeats
Andy Carroll gets his Hollywood debut (thanks to Interpolic for this one)
Carroll joins squad at Donny and could start
Stranded…water need water
A man is stranded in the desert and has not eaten or drunk anything for nearly 36 hours. He is about to die. Amazingly, as he stumbles through the sand, he comes to three market stalls. The man (half-thinking he must be hallucinating) approaches the first stall and demands, “I need water, sell me some water.”
“Sorry, Sir,” replies the stall owner, “I only sell custard.”
The man, visibly taken aback, goes up to the second stall and again asks for water.
“I’m afraid I only sell sponge cake and cream,” replies the second stall owner.
The man turns in disbelief to the final stall and begs, “please, I need water now or I’ll die.”
“Sorry Sir, I only sell hundreds and thousands,” replies the final stall owner.
His fatigue momentarily forgotten the man demands, “You mean to tell me that the three of you all own market stalls in the middle of the desert and none of you sell water?”
“I know, Sir,” says the first stall owner, “it’s a trifle bazaar.”
