Day 904 and 905. The Lord Protector of The Valley ( " I shall smite ye down with the mighty vengeful sword of CAFC any that would lead us from our cherished Home.") yes, him, is a bit put out this weekend, as he potters around in his shed this early morning. He had placed a sizeable bet on the Remain vote coming through, but the stupid little ant people messed up. Probably all members of CARD, whatever that is. So our hero is banging around in his shed this morning, opening drawers loudly and growling, because, let's be honest, no one likes to lose £2.50. He will probably have a coffee later, but as for the nice little amaretto biscuits, well, the money lost on the bet has truly fucked that. He's still here. Oh fuckety fuck.......
The wife has called an end to my dirty protest, everything stinks, however I'm gonna miss feeding all the flies into my Venus fly trap, and uttering the words, goodbye Monsieur Roland.
Day 904 and 905. The Lord Protector of The Valley ( " I shall smite ye down with the mighty vengeful sword of CAFC any that would lead us from our cherished Home.") yes, him, is a bit put out this weekend, as he potters around in his shed this early morning. He had placed a sizeable bet on the Remain vote coming through, but the stupid little ant people messed up. Probably all members of CARD, whatever that is. So our hero is banging around in his shed this morning, opening drawers loudly and growling, because, let's be honest, no one likes to lose £2.50. He will probably have a coffee later, but as for the nice little amaretto biscuits, well, the money lost on the bet has truly fucked that. He's still here. Oh fuckety fuck.......
Day 911 and 912. Well our Saviour is feeling rather pleased this morning as he sits in his shed and counts his collection of refurbished galvanised nails. He has had some good news about a player he has made a few bob on this week, but more importantly after the disaster of losing his £2.50 bet on the Remain vote, he wisely decided not to stick £1.50 on Belgium last night. Yes, he chuckles, it's all good in the shed this morning, he will splash out and order a new roll of duct tape and the coffee later will be accompanied by a little amaretto biscuit once more. He's still here. Oh fuck.......
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The Lord Protector of The Valley ( " I shall smite ye down with the mighty vengeful sword of CAFC any that would lead us from our cherished Home.") yes, him, is a bit put out this weekend, as he potters around in his shed this early morning.
He had placed a sizeable bet on the Remain vote coming through, but the stupid little ant people messed up. Probably all members of CARD, whatever that is. So our hero is banging around in his shed this morning, opening drawers loudly and growling, because, let's be honest, no one likes to lose £2.50.
He will probably have a coffee later, but as for the nice little amaretto biscuits, well, the money lost on the bet has truly fucked that.
He's still here.
Oh fuckety fuck.......
Shoe Shop Dodger is still here.
Oh fuck......
Day 907.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
He's doing a JC, he's still here.
Oh fuck....
Here is the news.
Day 910.
He's still here.
Feel free to join in -
Oh fuck .......
oh fuck indeed
Fuckity fuck.
Well our Saviour is feeling rather pleased this morning as he sits in his shed and counts his collection of refurbished galvanised nails. He has had some good news about a player he has made a few bob on this week, but more importantly after the disaster of losing his £2.50 bet on the Remain vote, he wisely decided not to stick £1.50 on Belgium last night. Yes, he chuckles, it's all good in the shed this morning, he will splash out and order a new roll of duct tape and the coffee later will be accompanied by a little amaretto biscuit once more.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.......
Plenty of exchanges for a while between 3blokes and arsenetatters!