RedCanadian

“Now go tell Mourinho how flamingos can infect him and his balls”, yelled Goat-Man to the crowd. “Send massive amounts of shitty lubricant up his rectum”, he continued, “Tell him he should consider clenching or retiring the WeasteDevil in the process”.

Cashley Cole can f*ck off back into the Arsehite worn by the repeatedly bashed, toilet gayer Sol Campbell in the new Emirates Stadium of Gaydium, aka “Weastedium”. It smelled like gorgonzola cheese soaked in a can of out of date beans. Slurping prunes to enhance flatulence and virginity, causes hair loss. Fewer kids grumbled whilst spooning in enormous, cock-biscuit soaked sticky buns.

Made gruesome by the power of bullshit, Richter’s sphincter and the army of the gay mods, wearing pantyhose and red lingerie, looked homosexual. Lesbians caused a fiasco as they gathered with a frenzied group of retarded pigeons, who were still more intelligent than Scousers in the Kop, and shat fungus through their nostrils.

Henceforth, Lord Vidic graciously alluded to the one as coolly and as sweet as a nut covered in a spermicidal feeling armpit, which reeked of gruesome ullage, giving the wretched Wenger an idiotic and constipated look and grandiose ideas.

Next episode, starring the Massive Jungle crew, adopted Mongolian zebras circumnavigate Ardwick while screaming lips are banned by Shearer the spunk-eater, who resorted to break dancing in the darkest hour of daylight wearing a kaftan.

Paisley said “Cnut”. “Behold”, we responded joyously. De Rection allowed, through default, the clueless department of logic. And so you could identify, which asshole it would be was useless to even think that Keyaz is smart enough to notice that Varun is a chicken madras eating joker.

Becks finished Posh by cornholing her repeatedly while counting the numbers 100,001 and 100,002 over and over and over until, eventually, she-males realized the dangers faced by counting 100,001 and 100,002.

The main forum gods, such as mods, MS MSP (especially), and Wizard Keyaz (definitely), were prime examples of excellence of execution gained through years of indulging intelligence, ranging from zero to the highest level of craftsmanship and class. Notwithstanding, Iguanamanc, who is close to MS MSP’s tutu and RedCanadian, who asks “will you shut the f*ck up, Wiz?”

The end is near or not. At least that is solved by midnight.

Goat-Man wonders if Cabbage-Face has really died. “Yes” moaned his boy-toy who is also known by many lesbian Power Rangers who call him “The Special One” (aka Mourinho), the cunt-sniffing, dwarf, minge bastard. Deficient in all aspects of life, which sucks and will follow him til the end.

Mr. Darcy rimmed the gay Baz, whilst he is fingering Sol Campbell again and again until he started to pounce on Jose the pea-sized mong, who ate Cashley’s bushy pubes. Lille is cuntish even while players walk off holding white flags attached to their noses. Le Arse had their rectums pillaged by PSV, who grabbed little Fabregas’ dinkle. The lovely PSV players cheered on Neil Buchanan’s favorite bike forever in ecstacy; however, psycho Bellamy stomped his cock, which throbbed of course. It swam through the gaping asshole of life.

Muskrats, the fathers of Earl, aka “Gray the Gay fecking cnut” A pangolin was ridiculed by a lemur, who is a relative of the so-called Goat-Man, who some believed to be Baz in a mask, who is also believed to support Liverpool, the team of decidedly idiotic, commoners, better known as scousers.

When they arrived from Lille, they assisted in migrating ducks into Benito’s anal whole in Dubai, where it went pear-shaped for all to see. The spermicidal freak nutted, as Dick-head decided to eat large turnips and wank a lot.

At the Reebok Stadium, where El Hadji Diouf was diving into Lampard’s groin because he likes the fat man’s balls across his tongue, Roman Abramovich was excited by the milky tits of goats. Of all the scousers and mustachioed thieves, the rat-faced Ivan Lendl shit on the heads of those known as Geordies.

From another dynasty, which eats the sphincters out of camels owned by Roman, the butt-plug sniffing commie bastard fellated Drogba while Bazalini masturbated and rimmed Lumpard and Robben behind the old oak tree. There Ronaldinwhore, Goat-Man, Sven Goran Eriksson, Lumpard, and even Sly Stallone daisy-chained around a Christmas tree covered in hallucinogenics.

Watching the Rent Boys fisting each other, provoked Thierry Henry’s miniature to droop like a bratwurst rotting away in the upper echelons of George Bush’s rectum. Meanwhile, in Lille Goat-Man struck again by exposing Balloonless as a shameless arsehole again.

Whenever possible, hairy palms ravage the surface of Vlad’s buttocks, which is a frightening and gay experience. Vlad wishing he was Richardson, dribbled the ball past Terry and took it over the goal. Vlad, who is a sweaty, cheating knob of the highest order, liked imposing standards on deckchairs.