There there Frank, nurse’ll be along soon.
What am i to do?, United will survive, my lifes quest is to see them return to the southern league, see an empty ground when Cray Wanderers visit in a southern league regional fixture.
Chalky i need your help, even though you are dull, despised, frothing at the mouth most days, sulkily stupid, in bad humour, old, wicked, a proponent of as sholism, ladylike, a Herr Himmler, silly, flabby, a person who has never read Friedrich Nietzsche.
Like Griff, but better, Griff has never read, or is liable too anytime soon. That sweaty coxcombe, the Charlie Chaplin of these boards, red faced, a flasher in a mirror, a queen.
That Bradford City can spend big bucks yet loll in div2, yet United flick ten pence at it and survive in div 1.
I want an explanation from you even if you post your usual nonsense, that can only be printed in pamphletts for chimps. How can i make myself feel better, must it be that i can run a film in my minds eye, showing all that can be.
That in the end, its Cambridge United v Pordages in div 5 of the Cambs league....ohhhhh, im feeling better.
Pordages were a vegetable merchants that went bust.
There there Frank, nurse’ll be along soon.
From what I've read Chalky, Friedrich Neitzsche was a talented amateur footballer who dreamt of playing a left-sided role (either full back or midfield) for Bayer Leverkusen.
Sadly his dominant sister Elisabeth interfered and did everything she could to convert him to the right wing.
Inevitably she failed. The rest is history.
Hope this helps.
I don't know whether they were friends, but Irma allegedly bought a couple of items from a market Elisabeth established in the small village of Rimsting.
The market specialised in selling unusual items (in Elizabeth's case Peruvian football programmes she had brought back from her time in South America) and although it attracted a few specialist collectors the market didn't prove an instant success.
Surprisingly though, based on her initial concept, similar markets, concentrating on a particular product or service, began to emerge in other parts of Germany.
Today the concept has spread all over the world and is commonly known as a Nietsche Market.
See how easily fooled you a sholes are, Nietzche was a drug addled mentally ill as hole, his writing might as well be like this....that he signs his own papers to be incarcerated in an asylum.
He was a nut job with a heart though, he burst into tears being witness to a horse being flogged.
There is a flock of geese, a pod of whales, i will call you lot a swirlpool of as holes, that on flushing there is whirlpool, with no class, none of you have a housekeeper, or a serf to open the door, never mind a cooOldboy went to privae school but no one can tell.
We could call him the Marquis of any back street in Rochdale, and its gutter, and votes red to keep Rochdale in poverty. Surely to vote red is to be a moron, an as hole, deficient, wrong, twisted.
Indeed, if he had grounds, his gamekeeper would shoot him mistaking him for a wild pig, and the gamekeeper would vote blue.
Can i have a list of your novels old boy, or recordings of your music, or have you already flushed them away in the tiolette? Who did you pay to have them transcibed?
Can i have the reviews from popular publications?, or is it safe to presume that in the review section, an empty page was there, or that there were no reports at all.
As for Grese, if i looked hard enough i would find a genetic link between you and her, or at least to some other monster, that no good can come from your genetic line. Having read your posts that woman staring at me to the left of this page would be my expression if i was holding you as an infant.
And i would be on my way to a cliff top to hurl you down, to save the world from a slow unseemly death from boredom, as sure a killer as any growing lump.
Indeed, i wonder at my longevity having survived you and your comrades this far.
I have asked for help, what have you afforded?. None. Cold, heartless, abusive, rotten. Have you no heart, mercy, being witness to my suffering?
If you my doctor, and as i gasp for breath, writhing in pain, death beckoning, you would light a fag and ask what was on bbc tonight. The reply would be degeneratee as holes, dancing to pan.
And then de clutter.