And the BB Bastard C, why don't you just put a sign up at the back of the fucking Match Of The Twatting Day studios that says "Everton supporters go to bed now"?? "Well that last match was so shite, imagine now poor this next (and last) one is going to be? It's got nil bastard fucking twatting nil written all over the fucker this one. I feel so fucking bastard sorry for the fuckers that have avoided the fucking result all bastard day in the vain hope that their team has won that I'm going to tell it to the sad fucking twats now and completely urinate on their chips. I'm fucking so bastard glad that I never played for the Toffees, if I had I'd have completely erased it from my (admittedly limited) memory banks. I played for Barcelona you know." The jug eared twat.
Is a sheepdog and his two-legged is a farmer. Frank was out with him in the tractor drilling wheat last autumn and they unearthed a rusty old lamp. So the farmer hopped out of the cab to have a closer look at it and gave it a little rub on his jacket, as you do, and was amazed to see a genie appear and offer to grant him any wish he wanted. Well the farmer thought for a moment and then said "I'd like the price of wheat to go to £200/tonne!" So the genie sighed but said "OK, I'll sort that out for you then, you greedy bastard" and popped back into his bottle. And the farmer casually tossed the lamp into the back of his cab and got on with his drilling. Well they were out again this morning putting a bit of nitrogen on, Frank and the farmer, and the farmer spotted the lamp and gave it a little rub again, just on the off chance, and you'll never guess what happened, the genie popped out again, and said that he'd grant the farmer one more wish. So the fa...