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Charlton Life Summer Story

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  • DA9DA9
    edited May 2008
    Medders in a fit of panic soiled himself
  • DA9DA9
    edited May 2008
    Thats the third pair of cords and loafers I've ruined this week, he said to himself, whilst feeling the warm ebb & flow of his manly deposits
  • But he was blinded by the oversized gussett and ran straight into oncoming...
  • After realising it must have been an hallucination he sped off to find
  • a jazz mag and some swarfega
  • But only to wipe his bum when the soft toilet tissue ran out.
  • And so rising above the ever worsening atmosphere, suzisausage had only one task in mind when she arrived...
  • edited May 2008
    To kick him in the plumbs .

    Alan Pardew walked past and said it wouldnt happen at west Ham pull your trousers up b4 i
  • Take away your Bentley
  • You have a "Suspicious Mind" said DA9
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  • "Dont cry daddy" said medders, appearing from the shadows, unbeknown to gump, he had fathered him many years ago.
  • left behind said anyone gonna buy my hound dog
  • edited May 2008
    A little boy outside the pub asked " How much is that doggie in the window, the one with a
  • soaking wet clunge
  • which smelt of
  • a strange mixture of
  • fish and Henry's socks when worn with sandals and a hand knitted cardigan
  • "I don't have to come here to be insulted." said Gump,
  • i get that on Charlton Life.
  • And with that, he spun round and marched quickly away when surprisingly he met..
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  • Ian Dowie and his good looking brother Bob.
  • "Ian, fancy meeting you here?" he said "Why are you wearing a Charlton shirt though, Ian" he continued.
  • edited May 2008
    "Well, that's a long, long story! Hope you have a minute." Intrigued, Gump motioned to the nearby bench. Instinctively, the two moved in unison towaqrds the bench and sat down.

    "You see, it all began with a document... nay, a work of art... called Advancing the Addicks."

    A tear swelled in Iain's doe-like eye.

    Feeling strangely attached to this affable, young stranger—it was as if they'd met before; not mere fleeting glances, but the substance of a more intimate understanding belied their seemingly chance encounter—Iain felt compelled to confide the secrets he'd kept suppressed for so many months, deep in his soul, buried under the weight of his rough and prickly exterior. Secrets, not even the courts could unsettle.

    Looking into his confidant's eyes, Ian declared, "Let me tell ya, those were halcyon days indeed. What I'm about to tell ya next, you'll never believe..."
  • edited May 2008
    "It all began one morning when Souleymane and I had just finished our weekly game of table tennis. Souleymane had won 21-11, 21-9, 19-21, 21-6. As we went to grab a bite to eat, Souleymane, looking strained, turned to me and said
  • I've just heard that those Palace c*nts lost at home to Brizzle.
  • "But also I feel that it is time I told you that I came to Charlton because I thought Charlton was a table tennis club not a football club. Why are you at Charlton?" he asked me.
  • edited May 2008
    "I thought it was a suburb of Manchester" said Iain, " I have since learned it is quite a common mistake, and I moved here to be nearer my family".
  • There was a loud crash at the door, as Cory Gibbs slipped on a banana skin and injured his
  • eyebrow. Necessitating several operations, skin grafts and the premature end to his season.
  • But all was not lost because we still had the team to stay in the premier division. As Mr Dowie had ensured he had spent the clubs money wisely.

    But it was then that the Board realised that?
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