In 2011, a programme from the 1901 final was sold at auction for £11,000 !
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I thought you would be, nevermind.Gutted
I thought you would be, nevermind.
Have you noticed the time Carlitto, I know you are on half term, but, it will catch up on you bubs.#megabantz #bantzinyopants
Have you noticed the time Carlitto, I know you are on half term, but, it will catch up on you bubs.
Oooh, and there I was thinking you had class.Jesus wept, my old dad has better banter than you. Up your game you cunt.
Funny as aids
Oooh, and there I was thinking you had class.
That's because you are in Swindon, doing exactly that, you mug.Are you honestly this dull? I feel like, I'm in a wetherspoons, in Swindon, it's raining and I'm drinking fosters....warm fosters. I look down at the burgundy carpet and a single tear runs down my face.
That's because you are in Swindon, doing exactly that, you mug.
I thought you said you had good banter with your Dad !I peer over to the bar to see a man in his seventies, on his own. he is falling asleep on his stool. He has a copy of the racing post on his lap. It's only purpose in to disguise the saucer sized patch of urine on his grubby cream slacks.
I thought you said you had good banter with your Dad !
I'm confused, are you still in Wetherspoons in Swindon ? That menu seems far superior to what I remember, in the days that I had to slum it. Thank fuck I got myself out of that downward spiral of surf and turf, onion rings and a free pint. Oh, I get it, you will do anything for a free pint. That means you can use that money to put towards some, what is it, Golden Virginia ? If I was you I would stick to the Butts, save the money, then in about 5 years you might even be able to afford a decent drug of choice. In your case, I'd put my money on Rohyp.
There's a girl in the corner with a black eye, she's sobbing quietly. I think I've shagged her before after a night out in Yates. I'm too embarrassed to approach her. No point anyway, I haven't been able to get it up since the accident. The stitches in my neck don't come out for another three weeks and the limp is still pronounced.
What time is it anyway? What day is it even? Must be during the week, it's empty in here.
I DON'T WANT TO GO HOME, I DIDN'T EVEN CLEAN UP THE SICK!
The girl/woman in the corner is your Sister, the black eye is self inflicted when she found out you were her brother. Yates, are you fuckin kidding me, Wetherspoons rely on your custom to keep them in fish fingers. Where's your loyalty man. As for the limp, I would imagine that is due to the genital infection you picked up somewhere between Wetherspoons and Yates. As for the time, as I said before, it's way past your bedtime, yes, I know it's the holidays for you, but you know your housemaster likes you in bed nice and early. Don't worry, you won't be empty for long, sweet dreams.