why I hate the mags with a passion


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As a 16yr old kid (30 odd yrs ago) I was in the Rose and Shamrock pub in Birtley one Friday night, waiting for my mate who was on the piss. After last orders we were gonna go up to the Birtley/Washington services to hitch a lift to Leicester I think, anyway this bloke comes up to me and pointed at my scarf and said "what the fucks that" then gobbed in my face while his mate pissed themselves laughing This bloke was 6ft 3ins (ish) in a bar full of mags apart from a few lads.

I know I should have moved on years ago but the more I think about it the more I hate the *****. So what do you think? Should I move on or keep hating the feckers?.
He must be getting on a bit now. Clip the tube on the coffin dodger's colostomy bag and bask in the glory of victory, marra.
 
Strangely not. I tried to make this point on another thread and was called a (unt, a paedophile, a cocknocker amongst other things. Yet apparently Newcastle fans are the obsessed one. The typical why am i posting here response was then thrown at me, which i have answered numerous times.
The banter is not even original anymore.


We are doing our bit for the environment.
 
Well given you feel the need to hurl abuse constantly it would certainly indicate you lack the class I possess.
I really hope this is just one big act on here from you as if this reflects your real life persona in any way whatsoever I pity the people you have to come into regular contact with.
I thought you didn't have time for people like me Jardine?There are plenty of people who know me on here, I can't stand fake people like you and Boilermaker. Again have a look Jardine, your mate started the abuse, then you "butted in", trying to protect him. You were more offended than him, why are you ignoring that part you pretentious prat?
 
As a Sunderland fan I'm hoping you don't think for one second the moronic halfwits on this forum represent the club. How someone can sit behind a keyboard threaten whilst effing and jeffing is remarkable.

Cheers Boilermaker
Leave Siddall out of it.

Thanks, awfully.

Best,
Porroh
 
Move on lad and don't give the prick one more second of your life. If a some of the mags I know had witnessed that kind of behaviour they'd have twatted him for you.
 
oh god, his love struck partner has turned up. So you don't go down the name calling route but you decided to anyhow. Completely disregarding the fact that your alter ego started The Insult route" first. Your halo is slipping Jardine. Then again you are a **** too, so no real surprise. Your hoop licking of anything remotely controversial is quite sickening


Carry on Truckerman, you'll be caught out. I am quite determined and silly name calling won't harm me unlike you and your alter ego who for some strange reason have decided to take offence within the space of one post.
Shurrup ye 'vulgar immature little cretin'. When should I buy my hat, Con? Love a good wedding, me.;) Love is in the air.......
 
As a 16yr old kid (30 odd yrs ago) I was in the Rose and Shamrock pub in Birtley one Friday night, waiting for my mate who was on the piss. After last orders we were gonna go up to the Birtley/Washington services to hitch a lift to Leicester I think, anyway this bloke comes up to me and pointed at my scarf and said "what the fucks that" then gobbed in my face while his mate pissed themselves laughing This bloke was 6ft 3ins (ish) in a bar full of mags apart from a few lads.

I know I should have moved on years ago but the more I think about it the more I hate the *****. So what do you think? Should I move on or keep hating the feckers?.
Tar us all with the same brush and continue hating us.
This....the odds are in your favour!!
 
When I was 16 on New Years Eve I got quite pissed in Bishop and then totally smashed at someone's party in West auckland (never touched whisky since). I came out into the fresh air with two mates, and as we were walking along the street we met three grown-up 30-40 year old men singing mag songs. I walked up to the biggest, said what did you say & when he replied, I just punched him in the face as hard as I could and ran. i vaguely remeber jumping over a fence into field (the fat mags were probably not agile enough to get over it) Anyhow I got away unscathed and my two mates as well, who more or less carried me home (1 mile through the fields up to Etherley) - I don't remeber much else till the next day when I had to stop the OK bus on Sunderland bridge to spew up yet again. Maybe the old git I hit has hated us ever since.
 
Years ago, they tried to attack me mother at Sid James. The police got involved and she was finally escorted on to her bus. As the bus pulled away she began to stick her fingers up at them. They went nuts and she just laughed at them.

However, she has hated the fuckers with a passion ever since and brought me up to hate them. Thing is I don't hate them unless we are playing them. Other times I couldn't give a fuck about the backward little fucktards.
 
When I was 16 on New Years Eve I got quite pissed in Bishop and then totally smashed at someone's party in West auckland (never touched whisky since). I came out into the fresh air with two mates, and as we were walking along the street we met three grown-up 30-40 year old men singing mag songs. I walked up to the biggest, said what did you say & when he replied, I just punched him in the face as hard as I could and ran. i vaguely remeber jumping over a fence into field (the fat mags were probably not agile enough to get over it) Anyhow I got away unscathed and my two mates as well, who more or less carried me home (1 mile through the fields up to Etherley) - I don't remeber much else till the next day when I had to stop the OK bus on Sunderland bridge to spew up yet again. Maybe the old git I hit has hated us ever since.
I bet you hit like a lass.
 
When I was 16 on New Years Eve I got quite pissed in Bishop and then totally smashed at someone's party in West auckland (never touched whisky since). I came out into the fresh air with two mates, and as we were walking along the street we met three grown-up 30-40 year old men singing mag songs. I walked up to the biggest, said what did you say & when he replied, I just punched him in the face as hard as I could and ran. i vaguely remeber jumping over a fence into field (the fat mags were probably not agile enough to get over it) Anyhow I got away unscathed and my two mates as well, who more or less carried me home (1 mile through the fields up to Etherley) - I don't remeber much else till the next day when I had to stop the OK bus on Sunderland bridge to spew up yet again. Maybe the old git I hit has hated us ever since.
I'd rather have took a dig than have his phlegm running down my face.
 
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