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Stayed up for almost 2 days over Easter. Pro

I swear to fuck they put something in red meat to make it addictive. For the last few weeks or so, I've only had two servings of meat, chicken and fish. And for a while, I was close to fashioning a makeshift blade out of my coffee table and go out hunting for meat. I was to bathe in the blood of animals.

Kerry Dixon in 1983 cost Chelsea £175,000. Adjusted for inflation that is about £461,000 in today's GBP. http://www.measuringworth.com/ppoweruk/result.php?use[]=CPI&use[]=NOMINALEARN&year_late=1983&typeamount=175000&amount=175000&year_source=1983&year_result=2011 He scored 193 times that means that the cost of his individual goals is about £2,388.60 Fernando Torres' goals on the other hand cost £1,612,903.22 each. The cost of each of Torres' goals equates to almost 3.5 entire Kerry Dixon's. Imagine having 3.5 Kerry Dixon's at Chelsea right now. That is 675.5 goals! Food for thought.

Because Russian billionaire = noise of fans?

I've missed a couple of games because of it.

A couple of different versions. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uK-Xvrk5AU But this one is my favourite; EVEN THOUGH THE VIDEO IS VERY DISTASTFUL. I RECCOMEND JUST LISTENING TO THIS ONE AND AVOIDING THE VIDEO http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HxJQfvjZVuE

With daylight savings and all that nonsense dead and buried that matchday clock is an hour slow. For Austrlians anyway.

Your logic and reasoning is impeccable.

I should start my own topic.

Hate Like Spike Volume, 1 This mainly concerns men, because quite frankly I don't really care about female culture and tropes. Why you ask? Because I'm not a fucking female. To get started, you know what pisses me off? Tattoos. That's right tattoos. Why the fuck do men do this? To tell a story? To remind them of something meaningful? If you want to tell a fucking story, get some scars. Scars explain shit, look at Ribery, he always has a story to tell and people will fucking listen to his shit when he talks. Nobody gives a fuck how you got a tattoo, and they certainly don't care what it means. A scar on the other hand, people do give a fuck how you got that motherfucker, and you can tell them this with a straight face, and if the truth is embarrassing fucking lie. A complete stranger isn't going to realise you are lying your ass off to impress them, and if you're lucking the stranger is a fit bird with big titts; a man can dream right? It's a lot more interesting than telling a story about how you nearly cried in a back alley tattoo parlour. And don't give me this 'it means something to me' bullshit or it 'reminds me of something' crap. If it's that important you don't need a constant fucking reminder. It should be ironed into your mind so far that not even Memento styled amnesia can rob you of it. Now I'm not against all tattoos. I've seen some that have blown my mind but that's rare as all hell, and in jail they can make you look like a crazy motherfucker. Looking like a crazy motherfucker can lessen the chances of anal rape and soap beatings, so they do have their practical side as well. The other day at University I was working with the ranger Hipster arsehole. He had tattoos on both of his palms, it was some overly fancy Microsoft WORD font that I couldn't quite read but I found the whole time I was focusing on his damn tattoos and not what he was talking about. I've literally never had a proper conversation with this arsehole because all I can do is stare at his palms, I don't even know the guy yet I think he is an arsehole because of his stupid tattoos. What's worse is that the whole time I had to resist the urge to jump on my chair and barrage him with insults and rhetorical questions about his tattoos and then kicking him in the chest with my average sized foot. Fuck tattoos, get scars.

Pffft, superstitous much. They are going to lose because I'm wearing my lucky 'Tottenham To Lose' underwear. Also, Welshie Ronaldo is injured.

If Israelis get kicked out of Israel, I'd better be kicked out of Australia. Fair is fair, you know?

I said that too! JT stole my words and my GF.

You missed it. You are welcome to trudge through hundreds of pages of The Pub.

@, no balls.

I was being IRONICAL. GOSH. You people. You're lucky I'm not a vengeful Top Gun.

Holy fucking shit. You are an arsehole. The one second I'm not wearing my Top Gun hat and I have my SWAG turned off, some bitch takes a photo of me.

Bitches please, I know I'm Top Gun and I have SWAG, but I can't reply to all of you at once.

Nine notifications in the time it takes me to make a bowl of cereal?! Behave you lot! EDIT: 11 after this post!

I say that quite often. Actually half of the conversations with my room mate are like this: Me: Fuck my life. Roomie: Yeah, fuck your life too. And mine, fuck my life.

What in the actual fuck?

Scottish people usually vomit after one draw or one pull because they are so maggotted on whiskey.

Nobody packs 'em like we do. Goddammit, now I need to, and I'm all out of ideas.

Hmm, I wonder if he is up...

My friend made it, now I've inherited it. Nobody in Australia buys bongs.