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The greatest display of grey Slazenger tracky bottoms ever.
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I literally cannot wait for the photos of ink on bedsheetsAll wearing the stuff they bought in the said shop
You've gotta be kidding? It's a piss take surely?You must be logged on to see external linksYou must be logged on to see external links
The Hail Gravy.
Our rafa,
Who art on Tyneside,
Desperate be they name,
When the seasons done,
The champions league will come,
but for now we'll settle for seventh,
Give us this day Mike Ashleys head.
And forgive us our horse punches,
As we forgive those who lost six in a row,
And lead us straight into relegation,
Please deliver us to Stavely.
For ours is the barcodes and the stains of the gravy...
Amen.
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From them..... ffsYou've gotta be kidding? It's a piss take surely?
Everyone's 2nd favourie team iirc.Arsenal fans will be welcome to protest with the mags. Fukin hell.![]()
True. Everytime I think they can't get any worse they come out with something newFrom them..... ffs![]()
Or... the gift that keeps on giving.True. Everytime I think they can't get any worse they come out with something new
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DittoI literally cannot wait for the photos of ink on bedsheets
It's gonna work this time though because...
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Last call out: See you all at 2:15pm opposite the club shop before today’s game. Let your voice be heard, stand united and let’s show strength together. HOWAY THE LADS!You must be logged on to see external links
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The Hail Gravy.
Our rafa,
Who art on Tyneside,
Desperate be they name,
When the seasons done,
The champions league will come,
but for now we'll settle for seventh,
Give us this day Mike Ashleys head.
And forgive us our horse punches,
As we forgive those who lost six in a row,
And lead us straight into relegation,
Please deliver us to Stavely.
For ours is the barcodes and the stains of the gravy...
Amen.