Post by ruby oberg the pannie poet on Jan 25, 2007 18:50:47 GMT
wi a say things that are daft,if yi thought aboot it yid start ti laugh.fae the manager supporters n dugoot ana,in a withers,sun rain n sna.firstly thi manager please explain,the saying yi use every g'em.time time man on,wi hear yi scream,c'mon flax wit diz it mean.when a players getting subbied the dugoot says,well played to the guy making way.are thi kidding on that he wiz that g'ade,no hurt thir feelings cos that wid be rude.dr futba you ana,yi shouted ti oor defender thi strikers going nae whar wi thi ba.yi ken wut happened efter that,thi striker made yi feel a prat.i've dun it miself i must confess,standing in a chippie over in thi west.in a may evening 2004,thi famous day when wi humped thi port.happy as larry full o glee,no reconising the guy talking ti me.enjoy yir evening said thi lad,wit came oot mi mooth ,he must o thought e wiz mad.(di ya follow futba) wiz a eh said,then eh realised n nearly died.davie evans,man o thi match,wiz left speechless by mi sudden attack.oot o thi chippie back on thi bus,eh started ti laugh,abidy wundered wot wiz thi fuss.so in future nu wi shood stop n think,bifore opening oor mooth n letting rip.but in dain that yid stop thi laughter,a thi fun n a thi banter.so if yir thi manager,supporter,or a sub,dont stop n think,just shut yir gub. copyright of neep promotions.