Michael Owen has always been a cringe monster

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mu4c_20le turns up at the front door of his girlfriend's house, ready to take her out for a Nando's dinner and a quick trip past memory lane to the small car park round the back where the clothing bank sits. As he waits he fondly recalls the last time they went there for dinner date night, and how they capped the night off with a hefty nosh and tossed salad.

The double oak doors with feathered white and gold etchings slowly swing open with an audible uhhhhhhh. Almost Human like in nature.

Uhhhhhhh. Again. It is indeed human like in nature. It's Michael pretending to be a door. His head pops around from the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

"Gotcha!" He begins to cackle loudly. He extends his arm out to greet you. "Don't worry, kiddo, plenty of people fall for my pranks! Michael Owen. Ballon d'Or winner. Played for England. Scored lots of great goals. Of course you've heard of me."

mu4c_20le does his best to smile before he shakes Michael's hand. He knew this day would eventually come. "So is your daugh-"

"You ever play football, kiddo?" Michael asks. "I bet you thought you were preeeetty great as well. Who's better, do you think? Me or you?! Eh? Obviously it's me but who do you think is better?!" Mr Owen's smile stretches further than mu4c_20le thought was humanly possible. There's also something about Michael's eyes. Something distant, like he's looking past you but - no, it's something else. It's almost like he himself is far away. As if he's pushed further into his shell just to avoid his real life. Inside his mind; still drifting further away. Like a child, running from disappointment. He knows that there's nothing much for him here except-"HOW MANY SIT UPS CAN YOU DO?!" Michael suddenly bellows out with an excited squeal.

mu4c_20le grits his teeth and keeps reminding himself that she's got a cracking arse.
 

mu4c_20le

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:lol: cheers youve ruined doors for me now
 

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mu4c_20le turns up at the front door of his girlfriend's house, ready to take her out for a Nando's dinner and a quick trip past memory lane to the small car park round the back where the clothing bank sits. As he waits he fondly recalls the last time they went there for dinner date night, and how they capped the night off with a hefty nosh and tossed salad.

The double oak doors with feathered white and gold etchings slowly swing open with an audible uhhhhhhh. Almost Human like in nature.

Uhhhhhhh. Again. It is indeed human like in nature. It's Michael pretending to be a door. His head pops around from the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

"Gotcha!" He begins to cackle loudly. He extends his arm out to greet you. "Don't worry, kiddo, plenty of people fall for my pranks! Michael Owen. Ballon d'Or winner. Played for England. Scored lots of great goals. Of course you've heard of me."

mu4c_20le does his best to smile before he shakes Michael's hand. He knew this day would eventually come. "So is your daugh-"

"You ever play football, kiddo?" Michael asks. "I bet you thought you were preeeetty great as well. Who's better, do you think? Me or you?! Eh? Obviously it's me but who do you think is better?!" Mr Owen's smile stretches further than mu4c_20le thought was humanly possible. There's also something about Michael's eyes. Something distant, like he's looking past you but - no, it's something else. It's almost like he himself is far away. As if he's pushed further into his shell just to avoid his real life. Inside his mind; still drifting further away. Like a child, running from disappointment. He knows that there's nothing much for him here except-"HOW MANY SIT UPS CAN YOU DO?!" Michael suddenly bellows out with an excited squeal.

mu4c_20le grits his teeth and keeps reminding himself that she's got a cracking arse.
:lol: being drunk, I enjoyed this
 

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mu4c_20le turns up at the front door of his girlfriend's house, ready to take her out for a Nando's dinner and a quick trip past memory lane to the small car park round the back where the clothing bank sits. As he waits he fondly recalls the last time they went there for dinner date night, and how they capped the night off with a hefty nosh and tossed salad.

The double oak doors with feathered white and gold etchings slowly swing open with an audible uhhhhhhh. Almost Human like in nature.

Uhhhhhhh. Again. It is indeed human like in nature. It's Michael pretending to be a door. His head pops around from the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

"Gotcha!" He begins to cackle loudly. He extends his arm out to greet you. "Don't worry, kiddo, plenty of people fall for my pranks! Michael Owen. Ballon d'Or winner. Played for England. Scored lots of great goals. Of course you've heard of me."

mu4c_20le does his best to smile before he shakes Michael's hand. He knew this day would eventually come. "So is your daugh-"

"You ever play football, kiddo?" Michael asks. "I bet you thought you were preeeetty great as well. Who's better, do you think? Me or you?! Eh? Obviously it's me but who do you think is better?!" Mr Owen's smile stretches further than mu4c_20le thought was humanly possible. There's also something about Michael's eyes. Something distant, like he's looking past you but - no, it's something else. It's almost like he himself is far away. As if he's pushed further into his shell just to avoid his real life. Inside his mind; still drifting further away. Like a child, running from disappointment. He knows that there's nothing much for him here except-"HOW MANY SIT UPS CAN YOU DO?!" Michael suddenly bellows out with an excited squeal.

mu4c_20le grits his teeth and keeps reminding himself that she's got a cracking arse.
I've been on the Caf 10 years, stopped following for a while until this year, then turn up to read some of your posts recently which made me burst out laughing. Kudos sir glad I came back to this place
 

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mu4c_20le turns up at the front door of his girlfriend's house, ready to take her out for a Nando's dinner and a quick trip past memory lane to the small car park round the back where the clothing bank sits. As he waits he fondly recalls the last time they went there for dinner date night, and how they capped the night off with a hefty nosh and tossed salad.

The double oak doors with feathered white and gold etchings slowly swing open with an audible uhhhhhhh. Almost Human like in nature.

Uhhhhhhh. Again. It is indeed human like in nature. It's Michael pretending to be a door. His head pops around from the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

"Gotcha!" He begins to cackle loudly. He extends his arm out to greet you. "Don't worry, kiddo, plenty of people fall for my pranks! Michael Owen. Ballon d'Or winner. Played for England. Scored lots of great goals. Of course you've heard of me."

mu4c_20le does his best to smile before he shakes Michael's hand. He knew this day would eventually come. "So is your daugh-"

"You ever play football, kiddo?" Michael asks. "I bet you thought you were preeeetty great as well. Who's better, do you think? Me or you?! Eh? Obviously it's me but who do you think is better?!" Mr Owen's smile stretches further than mu4c_20le thought was humanly possible. There's also something about Michael's eyes. Something distant, like he's looking past you but - no, it's something else. It's almost like he himself is far away. As if he's pushed further into his shell just to avoid his real life. Inside his mind; still drifting further away. Like a child, running from disappointment. He knows that there's nothing much for him here except-"HOW MANY SIT UPS CAN YOU DO?!" Michael suddenly bellows out with an excited squeal.

mu4c_20le grits his teeth and keeps reminding himself that she's got a cracking arse.
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Didn’t he once divulge to a fellow commentator that he was more interested horse racing?
The man who manages to make the testcard fascinating, I invariably cringe when he’s on, safely in the knowledge he’ll be unashamedly picking up some astronomical fee for his expert analysis.
 

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mu4c_20le turns up at the front door of his girlfriend's house, ready to take her out for a Nando's dinner and a quick trip past memory lane to the small car park round the back where the clothing bank sits. As he waits he fondly recalls the last time they went there for dinner date night, and how they capped the night off with a hefty nosh and tossed salad.

The double oak doors with feathered white and gold etchings slowly swing open with an audible uhhhhhhh. Almost Human like in nature.

Uhhhhhhh. Again. It is indeed human like in nature. It's Michael pretending to be a door. His head pops around from the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

"Gotcha!" He begins to cackle loudly. He extends his arm out to greet you. "Don't worry, kiddo, plenty of people fall for my pranks! Michael Owen. Ballon d'Or winner. Played for England. Scored lots of great goals. Of course you've heard of me."

mu4c_20le does his best to smile before he shakes Michael's hand. He knew this day would eventually come. "So is your daugh-"

"You ever play football, kiddo?" Michael asks. "I bet you thought you were preeeetty great as well. Who's better, do you think? Me or you?! Eh? Obviously it's me but who do you think is better?!" Mr Owen's smile stretches further than mu4c_20le thought was humanly possible. There's also something about Michael's eyes. Something distant, like he's looking past you but - no, it's something else. It's almost like he himself is far away. As if he's pushed further into his shell just to avoid his real life. Inside his mind; still drifting further away. Like a child, running from disappointment. He knows that there's nothing much for him here except-"HOW MANY SIT UPS CAN YOU DO?!" Michael suddenly bellows out with an excited squeal.

mu4c_20le grits his teeth and keeps reminding himself that she's got a cracking arse.
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