Baconsaurus Rex
Member
Goddamn Will you could've been rich! Blackmail and/or selling them to the highest bidder and you would be swimming in money Scrooge McDuck style.
-
Hey, guest user. Hope you're enjoying NeoGAF! Have you considered registering for an account? Come join us and add your take to the daily discourse.
Football Thread 2011/2012 | OT11 | Roll on the Euros and transfer muppetry
- Thread starter PaulLFC
- Start date
- Status
Gareth Bale
Member
You think it's a coincidence that Benitez is still out of work?
Vivalaraza
Member
Tmrw's Times reports that Chelsea will bid £18m for Ben Arfa.
Joachim Loew has also said that Abramovich visited the German camp today and spoke at length with Bastian Schweinsteiger about the CL final.
SOMEBODY STOP HIM NAOOOO
Joachim Loew has also said that Abramovich visited the German camp today and spoke at length with Bastian Schweinsteiger about the CL final.
SOMEBODY STOP HIM NAOOOO
Willkiller
Banned
Fuck off Chelsea.
Clegg says you are always wrong and I'm beghinning ro agreeww
Broder Salsa
Banned
Roman is just travelling around and telling all good players that if they ever want to come to his yacht and drink champagne... They are welcome. Not sure why anyone would have any hard feelings or try to stop that.
Very bold move.
If Spurs get Rafa they'll be laughing.
If Spurs get Rafa they'll be laughing.
This post is the wrong way around.
Vivalaraza
Member
Steverulez
Member
Does Ben Arfa mean no Hulk?
I want Hulk, so that when he scored or assists or does good I can say: Hulkamania is running wild!!
If he goes elsewhere I will be so angry
I want Hulk, so that when he scored or assists or does good I can say: Hulkamania is running wild!!
If he goes elsewhere I will be so angry
Gareth Bale
Member
Modric didn't want to stay when Redknapp was manager and it wasn't Redknapp's decision to hold onto him. I don't know why anyone would think his future is related to that of Redknapp.
edit: V yeah that
I am in my knackered rambling mode so my posts will be even more irrelvant than usual
Because you're always wrong.
don't go there rafa
you'll make me angry you crazy cracka
don't go to london
they're all bumdons
ignore brendan and work here
me and you can crack open a beer
i love you my beautiful spainiard
you even make my brain hard
as well as my piece
Does Ben Arfa mean no Hulk?
I want Hulk, so that when he scored or assists or does good I can say: Hulkamania is running wild!!
If he goes elsewhere I will be so angry
there was rumours that Porto offered him a new deal.
You're a twat. Correct me.
You're wrong.
i'm getting emotional, such beautiful writing
Gef Hahahahaha you daft drunk oaf
You're very clearly influenced by Yeats, which is no surprise considering you were aroused by Leda and the Swan.
Poems are hot. John Keats gets me off so damn hard
PrematureQuiche
Member
Slizz, you up for some FIFA with me and Awesome Animals?
Nah, I feel like shit right now. Haven't moved for like 4 hrs. Thanks for asking though, def down to play at some point the rest of this week.
Steverulez
Member
Yeh but Falcao signed a new deal last summer and it increased his release clause, he still left.
umf umf umf
Don't we all dream of being taken by a god whilst in swan form.
As far as I know, the only Yeats poem to involve swan(Zeus) rape and ejaculation. As far as I know.
oh, I want him to move, i'd love to see him in the PL, even if its at Chelsea. The more top quality players the better.
Vivalaraza
Member
I studied Yeats at A-Level. The Lake Isle of Innisfree, ahhh, that was the stuff.
PrematureQuiche
Member
No Problems.
We should ask him to write another one, he can't be too hard to find in the yellow pages
We did lots of metaphysical stuff. I liked it. And Ted Hughes.
No Wilbz, I want you to write divine bestial rape poetry.
I genuinely have written a poem about cunnilingus. Gonna go find it
Vivalaraza
Member
Your girlfriend must feel so special.
Everyone on talksport is a twat:
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
It is my understanding Spurs maay have already met with David Moyes today and that Moyes compensation has been agreed with Everton FC
Paul Tyrrell ‏@TyrrellPaul (Everton's PR man)
@Moose_talkSPORT this is an absolute lie Ian. I expected better from you. If you repeat it, you can expect legal action from EFC.
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
@TyrrellPaul ok Paul sorry and I withdraw it
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
I withdraw the comments about David Moyes I made a short while ago leaving Everton for Spurs @TyrrellPaul
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
@TyrrellPaul is that ok and I will not mention it again
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
It is my understanding Spurs maay have already met with David Moyes today and that Moyes compensation has been agreed with Everton FC
Paul Tyrrell ‏@TyrrellPaul (Everton's PR man)
@Moose_talkSPORT this is an absolute lie Ian. I expected better from you. If you repeat it, you can expect legal action from EFC.
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
@TyrrellPaul ok Paul sorry and I withdraw it
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
I withdraw the comments about David Moyes I made a short while ago leaving Everton for Spurs @TyrrellPaul
Ian Abrahams ‏@Moose_talkSPORT
@TyrrellPaul is that ok and I will not mention it again
It's about all vaginas. I respect women.
in fact I don't know if I should post it in case it breaks some sort of rule
:lol oh how fucking embarrassing
hahahahaha. Talkshite. It's the worst kind of entertainment but its the best.
I'm posting it in spoiler
Thoughts After Eating Out Roberto's Bird
I felt satisfied
The cries of her voicebox
Penetrated my deepest thoughts
As her gloop poured rampantly onto my face
Mess, mess
Where is the Kleenex
It's in my face, woman
My eyes
It burns me, this sickly sweet
Potent syrup of yours
Formed in the cauldron of brimstone and puss
This lone pube, trapped
Between my whiter white teeth;
What fortune to have
Dined on your beef curtains,
While Glenn Beck watches on
I zip you up, chivalry
For the day completed
This means that I can now beat you
Wench, remove
My weapon from its sheath
Put it inside you
Ginsberg watches, ever more
Ginsberg; Pound. Eliot -
You're a kinky bitch, TS
Wanna dine on This Ameal with me?
Falling to pieces inside me
Your leathery purse dribbles prose from its lips
Spent
Spent, she lies
Empty wine bottle in a dark student dorm
Still a virgin, technically
Sorry Jesus
Until the night
You came to me, haunted by the visions
Of your brother, softly on his knees
He is performing
A sweet song with his gums, his tongue
Ever so softly massaging the yak's
Genitals
It speaks to me
And how
Christ atones for her sins
The dark feeling inside him
It creeps towards the psyche, his consciousness
And lo and behold, Amelie opens the pathway to hairy heaven once more
I spy Veet in bathroom, through the crack
In the door
Unused, I suspect, from this investigation
But beggars aren't choosers
And I shove my face in 'til I suffocate a bit
But it's worth it
The scent it overpowers me
Tinge the nostrils, singe the hairs
Until forever I am confused
As if Butterfree conquered my mind
Pungent stench, of most sweet oatmeal
The clitoris dangles to and fro
I imagine it on me
It is inside me
And no more do I rest, her splurge breaking my lifelong reluctance
To drink from the poisoned chalice of vaginalities
Retreat your tongue, boy
'Cos custom says so. Don't
Stop til the thin lady sings, and remember:
Twenty
Five minutes, at the least
It's merely common courtesy
Spell out the alphabet on
Her delicate bongo hole, if you can
Make a Z at her climax point
There is nary a dry eye in the house
Why not spell your name
To while away the time
It can be tedious work, and
There's a lot of letters in your name
Abbreviate to S&S and her stimulation will suffer
No glonk on you, no sploof on your bow lips
Yet a solitary curly will rest in your palm as you
Sacrifice it to your god, the Kenyan warthog
Those from Crash Bandicoot that you ride as you
Ride Carson's chickorita
An ampersand upon her vagina.
The handiwork of a master of his trade;
like an artisan and his quill, he writes -
"Oh verily, the asphyxiation must begin
Those who have not yet met me, must devour me
Enter, enter my domain
As I go henceforth, suffer, and the muffin will treat me as if I was one"
Fin.
I felt satisfied
The cries of her voicebox
Penetrated my deepest thoughts
As her gloop poured rampantly onto my face
Mess, mess
Where is the Kleenex
It's in my face, woman
My eyes
It burns me, this sickly sweet
Potent syrup of yours
Formed in the cauldron of brimstone and puss
This lone pube, trapped
Between my whiter white teeth;
What fortune to have
Dined on your beef curtains,
While Glenn Beck watches on
I zip you up, chivalry
For the day completed
This means that I can now beat you
Wench, remove
My weapon from its sheath
Put it inside you
Ginsberg watches, ever more
Ginsberg; Pound. Eliot -
You're a kinky bitch, TS
Wanna dine on This Ameal with me?
Falling to pieces inside me
Your leathery purse dribbles prose from its lips
Spent
Spent, she lies
Empty wine bottle in a dark student dorm
Still a virgin, technically
Sorry Jesus
Until the night
You came to me, haunted by the visions
Of your brother, softly on his knees
He is performing
A sweet song with his gums, his tongue
Ever so softly massaging the yak's
Genitals
It speaks to me
And how
Christ atones for her sins
The dark feeling inside him
It creeps towards the psyche, his consciousness
And lo and behold, Amelie opens the pathway to hairy heaven once more
I spy Veet in bathroom, through the crack
In the door
Unused, I suspect, from this investigation
But beggars aren't choosers
And I shove my face in 'til I suffocate a bit
But it's worth it
The scent it overpowers me
Tinge the nostrils, singe the hairs
Until forever I am confused
As if Butterfree conquered my mind
Pungent stench, of most sweet oatmeal
The clitoris dangles to and fro
I imagine it on me
It is inside me
And no more do I rest, her splurge breaking my lifelong reluctance
To drink from the poisoned chalice of vaginalities
Retreat your tongue, boy
'Cos custom says so. Don't
Stop til the thin lady sings, and remember:
Twenty
Five minutes, at the least
It's merely common courtesy
Spell out the alphabet on
Her delicate bongo hole, if you can
Make a Z at her climax point
There is nary a dry eye in the house
Why not spell your name
To while away the time
It can be tedious work, and
There's a lot of letters in your name
Abbreviate to S&S and her stimulation will suffer
No glonk on you, no sploof on your bow lips
Yet a solitary curly will rest in your palm as you
Sacrifice it to your god, the Kenyan warthog
Those from Crash Bandicoot that you ride as you
Ride Carson's chickorita
An ampersand upon her vagina.
The handiwork of a master of his trade;
like an artisan and his quill, he writes -
"Oh verily, the asphyxiation must begin
Those who have not yet met me, must devour me
Enter, enter my domain
As I go henceforth, suffer, and the muffin will treat me as if I was one"
Fin.
You have a unique mind.
I don't know whether this is a good or bad thing. It made me laugh but it also disturbed me. Never did I think I would read the phrase 'dined on your beef curtains' in a poem.
- Status