Aye... it's a slow day in the office.
Well it was canny funny. I'll be saying it before bed tonight.
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Aye... it's a slow day in the office.
It'll probly finish with the usual....
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.
I only drink fosters (or similar) if I'm on a weekend bender and there are people about who target the first to pass out with clippers/pens etc.Efficient service on a matchday when it's absolutely heaving.
Don't go in myself as its crap.
Well it was canny funny. I'll be saying it before bed tonight.
It'll probly finish with the usual....
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.
And did those fans in ancient time,
Walk upon tha Nayshuns hippy green?
And was the holy pasty of god
On tha Big Market seen?
And did wor Bobbys cloud divine,
Shine forth upon our lop sided shit tip?
And was Sports Direct builded here
Among these dark satanic mills?
Bring me my certifacat made of gold!
Bring me my coffin of desire!
Bring me my fist, oh horse unfold!
Bring me my gravy, hot like fire!
I will not cease from horses fight,
Nor shall my pasty sleep in my hand
Til we have built the nayshun again
In Rafas green and pleasant land
It’s not as good as @Aituk7 effort. But I tried![]()
It'll probly finish with the usual....
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.
Imagine having to join "the queue"Imagine being a mag man![]()
I wish we had oneImagine having to join "the queue"
We will soon enough.I wish we had one![]()
One of the greatest posts I’ve ever seenIt'll probly finish with the usual....
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.
Nice chap he was!@Forrest Gump was sitting next to the FSW on a flight tonight. Cracking on like best marras, the queer c unt.![]()