You're all over the shop HF, thought you and Herbs were homies?
I will not allow he or Jorge to intimidate your good self or our class. I shall mobilise my storm troopers immediately and have them both dealt with in the most violent and brutal way possible. Just before I order the death blows I will call you and Bernie in so you can guide Herbette's tiny greasy cock into Jorge's backside for what will be their last living memory. We will not allow a slav anywhere near our great club.
You're all over the shop HF, thought you and Herbs were homies?
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
[QUOTE=barrybueno;4110958]You're all over the shop HF, thought you and Herbs were homies?
"Plenty of strikers can score goals," he said, gesturing to the famous old stands casting shadows around us.
"But a lot have found it difficult wearing the number 9 shirt for The Arsenal."
aha, well played reds. Like a man in the orthopedic shoes, I stand corrected.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
You appear to be somewhat misapprehended. It is I who has recruited Jorge to the cause. Marshal Bilic will appoint me his second-in-command and if Jorge can refrain from embarrassing himself by belching up offal in the Marshal's presence I may recommend a post for him in The Politburo.
As for you, my grubby little brown-shirt friend, you are of such small significance I won't even bother to have you executed. The Marshal enjoys raucous drinking sessions with his troops and we will keep you as a court fool our amusement.