Room One O Mong

Salvation · 25th September 2006, 21:39

Spasticology is the study of spastic behaviour,
Unlike Spasteologists, who discover these people with spastic nature.

RedCanadian · 25th September 2006, 23:43

Quote:

Originally Posted by Salvation

Spasticology is the study of spastic behaviour,
Unlike Spasteologists, who discover these people with spastic nature.

I didn't realize the field of Spasticity was so diverse to have 2 separate fields of study!!

Salvation · 27th September 2006, 18:28

Sincher seems to have gone AWOL.

Nominate someone else Plechtard.

sincher · 28th September 2006, 13:46

No I haven't. I was composing. Have that.

I can't tell you just how much I hate,
When rushing to work (I'm usually late),
To switch the local radio on,
Only to hear a fucking mong
Spraffing away, on this, on that -
This fucking spastic ‘breezy’ chat,
About the weather, or news, whatever
I think they think they're cocking clever,
But let me tell you - no they're not,
They should be knifed, or maybe shot
Or maybe flayed, and then castrated...
…I thought all this, then masturbated,
The rest of the day, and all of the night,
And then knew I was fucking right,
Cos the sounds that came from hand and cock
When I came into my old grey sock,
Were considerably more bright and clever
Than any cunt on local radio – ever,
So please Plech, hear my plaintive song,
Chuck Local DJs in 1-0-Mong.

And once they’re in, I’ll let them natter
With FIFA cockend, Joseph Blatter,
Or Sepp, as he’s known, the obvious gay,
Who justifies his massive pay,
By talking such unutterable shite,
Like scousers trying to say ‘Dirk Kuijt’
And adding twattish regulations,
Like punishing goal celebrations;
Banning all draws – that’s another aim,
‘Let silver goals decide the game’
You what? For fuck’s sake, please just die,
With silver pins stuck in each eye,
Or eaten whole by a red setter,
Your view of football would be better
If blind, and dead, and yet I’d settle
For impaling you on a piece of metal,
Or even, throwing you headlong,
Directly into 1-0-Mong.

For my third choice, I’ll be more brief
Like a hooker giving hand relief
But only for five fun-packed seconds,
Until the next hot punter beckons,
She only fits in five quick wanks,
‘Yeah, thanks!’ As shit as High Street Banks,
Who won’t give you the time of day
Although they take your hard-earned pay
And give you really shit amounts
Of interest, in their wank accounts
You know I’m right, you know they’re wrong,
Just fling ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And next to last, not watersports,
They’re shit and pissy though – Airports
It’s like the worst twats in the world
Into one place have all been hurled
To wait for a retarded plane
And slowly, surely, go insane
‘Did you pack your bags yourself?’
‘No, I employed a tiny elf’
‘Do you have a bomb in your bag?’
‘Yeah, just for you, you fucking slag’
It makes me mad to write about ‘em
The world is better off without ‘em
So, please Plech, don’t delay too long,
Just send ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And finally, if you decree
That the level of spasticity
Of any of those is not enough,
Then my final vote, though this is tough,
Is to you, Plech - you’d have to be
A fucking mong if you can’t see
The spastication of my list
You’d either be insane or pissed
To reprieve them from that hellish place
Where Drogba sucks on Kenyon’s face
And Keegan has a game of Jenga
With Sven, and Tord, and Arsene Wenger,
While Diarra, or should I call him Yatta,
Sucks off the devil, and then Sepp Blatter.
So don’t too anything too drastic,
Declare all four of my things spastic.

USDevil · 28th September 2006, 13:55

Last is the best sincher.

marcosdeto · 28th September 2006, 14:08

Quote:

Originally Posted by sincher

No I haven't. I was composing. Have that.

I can't tell you just how much I hate,
When rushing to work (I'm usually late),
To switch the local radio on,
Only to hear a fucking mong
Spraffing away, on this, on that -
This fucking spastic ‘breezy’ chat,
About the weather, or news, whatever
I think they think they're cocking clever,
But let me tell you - no they're not,
They should be knifed, or maybe shot
Or maybe flayed, and then castrated...
…I thought all this, then masturbated,
The rest of the day, and all of the night,
And then knew I was fucking right,
Cos the sounds that came from hand and cock
When I came into my old grey sock,
Were considerably more bright and clever
Than any cunt on local radio – ever,
So please Plech, hear my plaintive song,
Chuck Local DJs in 1-0-Mong.

And once they’re in, I’ll let them natter
With FIFA cockend, Joseph Blatter,
Or Sepp, as he’s known, the obvious gay,
Who justifies his massive pay,
By talking such unutterable shite,
Like scousers trying to say ‘Dirk Kuijt’
And adding twattish regulations,
Like punishing goal celebrations;
Banning all draws – that’s another aim,
‘Let silver goals decide the game’
You what? For fuck’s sake, please just die,
With silver pins stuck in each eye,
Or eaten whole by a red setter,
Your view of football would be better
If blind, and dead, and yet I’d settle
For impaling you on a piece of metal,
Or even, throwing you headlong,
Directly into 1-0-Mong.

For my third choice, I’ll be more brief
Like a hooker giving hand relief
But only for five fun-packed seconds,
Until the next hot punter beckons,
She only fits in five quick wanks,
‘Yeah, thanks!’ As shit as High Street Banks,
Who won’t give you the time of day
Although they take your hard-earned pay
And give you really shit amounts
Of interest, in their wank accounts
You know I’m right, you know they’re wrong,
Just fling ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And next to last, not watersports,
They’re shit and pissy though – Airports
It’s like the worst twats in the world
Into one place have all been hurled
To wait for a retarded plane
And slowly, surely, go insane
‘Did you pack your bags yourself?’
‘No, I employed a tiny elf’
‘Do you have a bomb in your bag?’
‘Yeah, just for you, you fucking slag’
It makes me mad to write about ‘em
The world is better off without ‘em
So, please Plech, don’t delay too long,
Just send ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And finally, if you decree
That the level of spasticity
Of any of those is not enough,
Then my final vote, though this is tough,
Is to you, Plech - you’d have to be
A fucking mong if you can’t see
The spastication of my list
You’d either be insane or pissed
To reprieve them from that hellish place
Where Drogba sucks on Kenyon’s face
And Keegan has a game of Jenga
With Sven, and Tord, and Arsene Wenger,
While Diarra, or should I call him Yatta,
Sucks off the devil, and then Sepp Blatter.
So don’t too anything too drastic,
Declare all four of my things spastic.

brilliant

Plechazunga · 28th September 2006, 15:29

that's a masterpiece

Orton · 28th September 2006, 16:36

RedCanadian · 28th September 2006, 16:41

Quote:

Originally Posted by sincher

No I haven't. I was composing. Have that.

I can't tell you just how much I hate,
When rushing to work (I'm usually late),
To switch the local radio on,
Only to hear a fucking mong
Spraffing away, on this, on that -
This fucking spastic ‘breezy’ chat,
About the weather, or news, whatever
I think they think they're cocking clever,
But let me tell you - no they're not,
They should be knifed, or maybe shot
Or maybe flayed, and then castrated...
…I thought all this, then masturbated,
The rest of the day, and all of the night,
And then knew I was fucking right,
Cos the sounds that came from hand and cock
When I came into my old grey sock,
Were considerably more bright and clever
Than any cunt on local radio – ever,
So please Plech, hear my plaintive song,
Chuck Local DJs in 1-0-Mong.

And once they’re in, I’ll let them natter
With FIFA cockend, Joseph Blatter,
Or Sepp, as he’s known, the obvious gay,
Who justifies his massive pay,
By talking such unutterable shite,
Like scousers trying to say ‘Dirk Kuijt’
And adding twattish regulations,
Like punishing goal celebrations;
Banning all draws – that’s another aim,
‘Let silver goals decide the game’
You what? For fuck’s sake, please just die,
With silver pins stuck in each eye,
Or eaten whole by a red setter,
Your view of football would be better
If blind, and dead, and yet I’d settle
For impaling you on a piece of metal,
Or even, throwing you headlong,
Directly into 1-0-Mong.

For my third choice, I’ll be more brief
Like a hooker giving hand relief
But only for five fun-packed seconds,
Until the next hot punter beckons,
She only fits in five quick wanks,
‘Yeah, thanks!’ As shit as High Street Banks,
Who won’t give you the time of day
Although they take your hard-earned pay
And give you really shit amounts
Of interest, in their wank accounts
You know I’m right, you know they’re wrong,
Just fling ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And next to last, not watersports,
They’re shit and pissy though – Airports
It’s like the worst twats in the world
Into one place have all been hurled
To wait for a retarded plane
And slowly, surely, go insane
‘Did you pack your bags yourself?’
‘No, I employed a tiny elf’
‘Do you have a bomb in your bag?’
‘Yeah, just for you, you fucking slag’
It makes me mad to write about ‘em
The world is better off without ‘em
So, please Plech, don’t delay too long,
Just send ‘em into 1-0-Mong.

And finally, if you decree
That the level of spasticity
Of any of those is not enough,
Then my final vote, though this is tough,
Is to you, Plech - you’d have to be
A fucking mong if you can’t see
The spastication of my list
You’d either be insane or pissed
To reprieve them from that hellish place
Where Drogba sucks on Kenyon’s face
And Keegan has a game of Jenga
With Sven, and Tord, and Arsene Wenger,
While Diarra, or should I call him Yatta,
Sucks off the devil, and then Sepp Blatter.
So don’t too anything too drastic,
Declare all four of my things spastic.

sincher that is tremendous! An instant classic post!!

Psmith · 28th September 2006, 16:49

Quality.

Salvation · 28th September 2006, 18:20

RIP Sincher

golden_blunder · 28th September 2006, 19:56

i await Plech giving a verdict on himself

noodlehair · 28th September 2006, 19:57

Terribly dissapointing post from Sincher

RedCanadian · 1st October 2006, 00:33

Plech, we have been patiently waiting to see the verdicts. Especially the verdict on yourself!

Plechazunga · 1st October 2006, 12:36

Will get onto it...I've been on a bit of a bender

In the sense of, session, not Richter

RedCanadian · 1st October 2006, 22:28

Quote:

Originally Posted by Plechazunga

Will get onto it...I've been on a bit of a bender

In the sense of, session, not Richter

It's best to leave those Richter-type benders to marcos... he gets jealous!!

Diego Forlans Headband · 2nd October 2006, 09:20

C'mon Plech. Get the finger out!

Plechazunga · 3rd October 2006, 00:13

I hadn't eaten in 30 hours till just now...and now I've stuffed myself and feel ill

Er...will get onto it tomorrow

golden_blunder · 3rd October 2006, 00:16

Slacker. I 2nd the motion to throw Plech into a room full of mongs (ie. The transfer forum)

Youngie · 3rd October 2006, 00:32

Quote:

Originally Posted by golden_blunder

Slacker. I 2nd the motion to throw Plech into a room full of mongs (ie. The transfer forum)

Awww leave him alone..its his birthday!

marcosdeto · 3rd October 2006, 01:23

Quote:

Originally Posted by RedCanadian

It's best to leave those Richter-type benders to marcos... he gets jealous!!

i don't want to replace richter, he`s doing just fine in the gay department

Plechazunga · 3rd October 2006, 14:24

1. Local Radio DJs

A savage local DJ cull!
A bloodbath, wrought, of course, in Hull!
Well, I must say, that does sound tempting -
But wait, would that not be pre-empting
The crucible of arbitration
Which must comprise our whole great nation?
Let me explain: if I consign
These DJs mongwards, 'fore their time,
To meet with dread annihilation,
Who will chatter to the nation?
If I drown Locals, in a bidet,
Who'll become a National DJ?
If he'd been sent to Spastic Heavens,
There would now be no Chris Evans;
If he to Spastic Hell had fallen
Who would be our Peter Allen?
If torn to bits by wolves he'd been,
We'd be bereft of Alan Green...
Hold on!...Yes, die, with grotesque violence!
Verdict: Spastic Ah, sweet silence!

And when you've finished with the DJ, hang this absurd cnut

2. Sepp Blatter

Sepp Blatter is a cnut, no question
A bigger cnut than Charlton Heston
Combined with evil Gordon Gecko
And Hitler, Pol Pot, Mao, and Deco
And Chitty Chitty's Child-Catcher
Both City's Ben, and Maggie Thatcher
And, tossing in a vile chromosome
Macaulay Culkin, off of Home Alone
Lector, Vader, Skeletor
And Rehash, off the place next door;
And yet, is bald, corrupt and fat dick
Blatter actually a Spastic?
Well, let's see, while we post hot air
He's a multi-millionaire
He goes to any game he likes
Plays golf with Eric, Keane and Shmikes
The halls of power know his footfall
The fecking twat's in charge of football
The Verdict, then: though he's a penis
Not Spastic - rather, Evil Genius.

"I granted a special exemption to Liverpool, with a nice Chianti"

3. High Street Banks

High Street Banks can feck right off
Like Lazio said to Dino Zoff
I'd sooner swap my wife, and car-keys
For Sincher's, than go back to Barclays
You fecking cnuts, I'm not impressed
With boring rates of interest
Or with the fact that I can't phone
My local branch, to have a moan
If I really want some guy
In Calcutta, or Mumbai
Explaining, like a post-labotomy
Mong, how little cash I've got to me
I'll start a thread on here, and natter
To mehro, or amolbhiata
It took the fecking clueless spaztards
Over a year to send a cashcard
Right, the deed is done, I've said it
You're overdrawn, slags, no more credit,
It's time to close up your account
Verdict: Spastics. You're going down.

The Barclay twins, shortly after I issued them with exploding CBEs

4. Airports

In general, places of transition
Can happily go to perdition
Bus-stops, tube-stops, stations, car-parks -
I hope they're gnawed to death, by aardvarks
In airports, though, I feel quite calm
There's little reason for alarm
(So long as, like me, you're Caucasian -
If you happen to be Asian
You'll most likely be blacklisted
Interrogated, charged, and fisted
For no real reason, like L'Etranger)
Plus, there's always Pret a Manger
I really don't want that to die -
Egg and tomato, on fresh rye
Orange juice, a bag of crisps
As well as which, there's also this:
Airports are where you get on planes
Without them, we wouldn't have got to Spain
In 99, and won the cup
Verdict: Not Spastic - shut up.

In Sincher's ideal world, this would never have happened

5. Me

Now calm down, Sinch, don't be upset
We know what happens when you get
Excited - you leap round the room
Boning, till your head goes Boom.
How could I, who've annihilated
So many spastics, be spasticated?
And how could you, a spaz, who's bent
Be mongifaction's instrument?
Anteaters aren't scoffed by ants
Mahouts aren't trained by elephants
Hunters don't get shot by deers
Gay-bashers aren't bashed by queers
Cocks don't gobble down fellators
Man did not create Creators...
Hang on, yes we did, oh feck
What have you done there, old Plech?
Something's going very wrong
The end of me, and 1-O-Mong!
It's all happening much too fast!
Shit! Can't stop it! Verdict: Spast-

marcosdeto · 3rd October 2006, 14:31

excellent

Diego Forlans Headband · 3rd October 2006, 14:34

noodlehair · 3rd October 2006, 14:36

Nice going there Sincher. I wanted to taunt him about Liam Miller some more, but you had to go and have him destroy himself.

Great, yes. Well done

Dr. Dwayne · 3rd October 2006, 14:40

Plech, that's a fucking masterpiece, mate.

sincher · 3rd October 2006, 14:57

What a great thread this turned out to be. Though we could have abbreviated it all to 'Plech is a spastic, and knows it', I suppose.

Psmith · 3rd October 2006, 16:15

Genius.

Orton · 3rd October 2006, 16:22

brilliant

RedCanadian · 3rd October 2006, 16:43

RIP Plech!!

25th September 2006, 21:39	#201 (permalink)
Salvation Damnation Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Fictional seduction on a black snow sky Posts: 5,977	Spasticology is the study of spastic behaviour, Unlike Spasteologists, who discover these people with spastic nature.

27th September 2006, 18:28	#203 (permalink)
Salvation Damnation Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Fictional seduction on a black snow sky Posts: 5,977	Sincher seems to have gone AWOL. Nominate someone else Plechtard.

28th September 2006, 13:46	#204 (permalink)
sincher Les jeux sont Fait Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: YSC Posts: 13,311	No I haven't. I was composing. Have that. I can't tell you just how much I hate, When rushing to work (I'm usually late), To switch the local radio on, Only to hear a fucking mong Spraffing away, on this, on that - This fucking spastic ‘breezy’ chat, About the weather, or news, whatever I think they think they're cocking clever, But let me tell you - no they're not, They should be knifed, or maybe shot Or maybe flayed, and then castrated... …I thought all this, then masturbated, The rest of the day, and all of the night, And then knew I was fucking right, Cos the sounds that came from hand and cock When I came into my old grey sock, Were considerably more bright and clever Than any cunt on local radio – ever, So please Plech, hear my plaintive song, Chuck Local DJs in 1-0-Mong. And once they’re in, I’ll let them natter With FIFA cockend, Joseph Blatter, Or Sepp, as he’s known, the obvious gay, Who justifies his massive pay, By talking such unutterable shite, Like scousers trying to say ‘Dirk Kuijt’ And adding twattish regulations, Like punishing goal celebrations; Banning all draws – that’s another aim, ‘Let silver goals decide the game’ You what? For fuck’s sake, please just die, With silver pins stuck in each eye, Or eaten whole by a red setter, Your view of football would be better If blind, and dead, and yet I’d settle For impaling you on a piece of metal, Or even, throwing you headlong, Directly into 1-0-Mong. For my third choice, I’ll be more brief Like a hooker giving hand relief But only for five fun-packed seconds, Until the next hot punter beckons, She only fits in five quick wanks, ‘Yeah, thanks!’ As shit as High Street Banks, Who won’t give you the time of day Although they take your hard-earned pay And give you really shit amounts Of interest, in their wank accounts You know I’m right, you know they’re wrong, Just fling ‘em into 1-0-Mong. And next to last, not watersports, They’re shit and pissy though – Airports It’s like the worst twats in the world Into one place have all been hurled To wait for a retarded plane And slowly, surely, go insane ‘Did you pack your bags yourself?’ ‘No, I employed a tiny elf’ ‘Do you have a bomb in your bag?’ ‘Yeah, just for you, you fucking slag’ It makes me mad to write about ‘em The world is better off without ‘em So, please Plech, don’t delay too long, Just send ‘em into 1-0-Mong. And finally, if you decree That the level of spasticity Of any of those is not enough, Then my final vote, though this is tough, Is to you, Plech - you’d have to be A fucking mong if you can’t see The spastication of my list You’d either be insane or pissed To reprieve them from that hellish place Where Drogba sucks on Kenyon’s face And Keegan has a game of Jenga With Sven, and Tord, and Arsene Wenger, While Diarra, or should I call him Yatta, Sucks off the devil, and then Sepp Blatter. So don’t too anything too drastic, Declare all four of my things spastic.

28th September 2006, 13:55	#205 (permalink)
USDevil Soldier of Fortune Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Too close to Mexico, too far from a decent pub. Posts: 5,356	Last is the best sincher.

28th September 2006, 15:29	#207 (permalink)
Plechazunga Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling. Join Date: May 2003 Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures. Posts: 49,334	that's a masterpiece

28th September 2006, 16:36	#208 (permalink)
Orton Ati-virus, keeps missing the n button Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: bonnie wee Scotland Posts: 4,754

28th September 2006, 16:49	#210 (permalink)
Psmith First Team Sub Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 5,061	Quality.

28th September 2006, 18:20	#211 (permalink)
Salvation Damnation Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Fictional seduction on a black snow sky Posts: 5,977	RIP Sincher

28th September 2006, 19:56	#212 (permalink)
golden_blunder Grumpy Admin Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Swimming against a tide of shite Posts: 41,702	i await Plech giving a verdict on himself

28th September 2006, 19:57	#213 (permalink)
noodlehair Can't drive! Can't text! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes. Posts: 29,202	Terribly dissapointing post from Sincher

2nd October 2006, 09:20	#217 (permalink)
Diego Forlans Headband A poacher of rare quality Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: RedCafe's our feeder forum! Posts: 2,273	C'mon Plech. Get the finger out!

3rd October 2006, 14:31	#223 (permalink)
marcosdeto Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: Buenos Aires - Argentina Posts: 27,162	excellent

3rd October 2006, 14:34	#224 (permalink)
Diego Forlans Headband A poacher of rare quality Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: RedCafe's our feeder forum! Posts: 2,273

1st October 2006, 00:33	#214 (permalink)
RedCanadian RatCat freak Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: "In the offseason, my mustache drives the Firebird, I ride shotgun" - RATCAT Posts: 10,411	Plech, we have been patiently waiting to see the verdicts. Especially the verdict on yourself!

1st October 2006, 12:36	#215 (permalink)
Plechazunga Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling. Join Date: May 2003 Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures. Posts: 49,334	Will get onto it...I've been on a bit of a bender In the sense of, session, not Richter

3rd October 2006, 00:13	#218 (permalink)
Plechazunga Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling. Join Date: May 2003 Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures. Posts: 49,334	I hadn't eaten in 30 hours till just now...and now I've stuffed myself and feel ill Er...will get onto it tomorrow

3rd October 2006, 00:16	#219 (permalink)
golden_blunder Grumpy Admin Join Date: Jun 2000 Location: Swimming against a tide of shite Posts: 41,702	Slacker. I 2nd the motion to throw Plech into a room full of mongs (ie. The transfer forum)

3rd October 2006, 14:24	#222 (permalink)
Plechazunga Phones, soup, paint and chairs are troubling. Join Date: May 2003 Location: My enthusiasm is the same. I love this club. It is not about brochures. Posts: 49,334	1. Local Radio DJs A savage local DJ cull! A bloodbath, wrought, of course, in Hull! Well, I must say, that does sound tempting - But wait, would that not be pre-empting The crucible of arbitration Which must comprise our whole great nation? Let me explain: if I consign These DJs mongwards, 'fore their time, To meet with dread annihilation, Who will chatter to the nation? If I drown Locals, in a bidet, Who'll become a National DJ? If he'd been sent to Spastic Heavens, There would now be no Chris Evans; If he to Spastic Hell had fallen Who would be our Peter Allen? If torn to bits by wolves he'd been, We'd be bereft of Alan Green... Hold on!...Yes, die, with grotesque violence! Verdict: Spastic Ah, sweet silence! And when you've finished with the DJ, hang this absurd cnut 2. Sepp Blatter Sepp Blatter is a cnut, no question A bigger cnut than Charlton Heston Combined with evil Gordon Gecko And Hitler, Pol Pot, Mao, and Deco And Chitty Chitty's Child-Catcher Both City's Ben, and Maggie Thatcher And, tossing in a vile chromosome Macaulay Culkin, off of Home Alone Lector, Vader, Skeletor And Rehash, off the place next door; And yet, is bald, corrupt and fat dick Blatter actually a Spastic? Well, let's see, while we post hot air He's a multi-millionaire He goes to any game he likes Plays golf with Eric, Keane and Shmikes The halls of power know his footfall The fecking twat's in charge of football The Verdict, then: though he's a penis Not Spastic - rather, Evil Genius. "I granted a special exemption to Liverpool, with a nice Chianti" 3. High Street Banks High Street Banks can feck right off Like Lazio said to Dino Zoff I'd sooner swap my wife, and car-keys For Sincher's, than go back to Barclays You fecking cnuts, I'm not impressed With boring rates of interest Or with the fact that I can't phone My local branch, to have a moan If I really want some guy In Calcutta, or Mumbai Explaining, like a post-labotomy Mong, how little cash I've got to me I'll start a thread on here, and natter To mehro, or amolbhiata It took the fecking clueless spaztards Over a year to send a cashcard Right, the deed is done, I've said it You're overdrawn, slags, no more credit, It's time to close up your account Verdict: Spastics. You're going down. The Barclay twins, shortly after I issued them with exploding CBEs 4. Airports In general, places of transition Can happily go to perdition Bus-stops, tube-stops, stations, car-parks - I hope they're gnawed to death, by aardvarks In airports, though, I feel quite calm There's little reason for alarm (So long as, like me, you're Caucasian - If you happen to be Asian You'll most likely be blacklisted Interrogated, charged, and fisted For no real reason, like L'Etranger) Plus, there's always Pret a Manger I really don't want that to die - Egg and tomato, on fresh rye Orange juice, a bag of crisps As well as which, there's also this: Airports are where you get on planes Without them, we wouldn't have got to Spain In 99, and won the cup Verdict: Not Spastic - shut up. In Sincher's ideal world, this would never have happened 5. Me Now calm down, Sinch, don't be upset We know what happens when you get Excited - you leap round the room Boning, till your head goes Boom. How could I, who've annihilated So many spastics, be spasticated? And how could you, a spaz, who's bent Be mongifaction's instrument? Anteaters aren't scoffed by ants Mahouts aren't trained by elephants Hunters don't get shot by deers Gay-bashers aren't bashed by queers Cocks don't gobble down fellators Man did not create Creators... Hang on, yes we did, oh feck What have you done there, old Plech? Something's going very wrong The end of me, and 1-O-Mong! It's all happening much too fast! Shit! Can't stop it! Verdict: Spast-

3rd October 2006, 14:36	#225 (permalink)
noodlehair Can't drive! Can't text! Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes. Posts: 29,202	Nice going there Sincher. I wanted to taunt him about Liam Miller some more, but you had to go and have him destroy himself. Great, yes. Well done

3rd October 2006, 14:40	#226 (permalink)
Dr. Dwayne self confessed womens pantie wearer Join Date: May 2006 Location: form is emptiness, emptiness is form. Posts: 8,794	Plech, that's a fucking masterpiece, mate.

3rd October 2006, 14:57	#227 (permalink)
sincher Les jeux sont Fait Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: YSC Posts: 13,311	What a great thread this turned out to be. Though we could have abbreviated it all to 'Plech is a spastic, and knows it', I suppose.

3rd October 2006, 16:15	#228 (permalink)
Psmith First Team Sub Join Date: May 2006 Posts: 5,061	Genius.

3rd October 2006, 16:22	#229 (permalink)
Orton Ati-virus, keeps missing the n button Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: bonnie wee Scotland Posts: 4,754	brilliant

3rd October 2006, 16:43	#230 (permalink)
RedCanadian RatCat freak Join Date: Jul 2006 Location: "In the offseason, my mustache drives the Firebird, I ride shotgun" - RATCAT Posts: 10,411	RIP Plech!!