
We called him Paul Little Feet.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:19,
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he's been there since before they resurfaced the terminal
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:12,
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although he'd not be flying into manchester airport to get to old trafford, there's a nice small airfield about half a mile away
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:39,
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Also: you would wait until my football translator had disappeared, wouldn't you?
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:12,
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The joke is that Ferg is waiting for a player he's been trying to sign for a long time
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:14,
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sorry Captain, you're chucked
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:16,
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I like the idea of a lady twice my size I can bury myself in.
Anyway, her hubby's a big black man, you've got nothing to offer her.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:17,
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Anyway, her hubby's a big black man, you've got nothing to offer her.

about the only thing she hasn't got is another vagina to play with (except Belladonna's)
That's where I come in.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:19,
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That's where I come in.

a vat of scented oils and some rope.
just planning my suicide
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:21,
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just planning my suicide

I only care about Scottish football vicariously.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:18,
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6 goals, 2 sendings off and a member of the coaching staff getting beat up afterwards.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:23,
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I shall content myself with staring at your crotch and humming 'all things bright and beautiful'.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:24,
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jumpers for goalposts? rolling the ball in dogpoo and getting your team mate to head it? Oh no! 442? 342? 243? isn't it?
Marvelous.
/Ron Manager blog.
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Mon 1 Sep 2008, 16:29,
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Marvelous.
/Ron Manager blog.

he'll go mad when he doesn't show though...
