Day 914. Long week eh. At a time when it's really becoming fashionable to step down he's still here. Oh fuck.......
Indeed a long week.
It seems as though he's got his feet under the table here. I will do a deal with God: Andy Murray doesn't have to win Wimbledon as long as Roland goes. For both to happen I promise to be kind to Mr Tatters even when he gets on my wick.
Day 914. Long week eh. At a time when it's really becoming fashionable to step down he's still here. Oh fuck.......
Indeed a long week.
It seems as though he's got his feet under the table here. I will do a deal with God: Andy Murray doesn't have to win Wimbledon as long as Roland goes. For both to happen I promise to be kind to Mr Tatters even when he gets on my wick.
"On my wick".
I had put you down for mid 40's, an expression certainly tells an age.....
Day 914. Long week eh. At a time when it's really becoming fashionable to step down he's still here. Oh fuck.......
Indeed a long week.
It seems as though he's got his feet under the table here. I will do a deal with God: Andy Murray doesn't have to win Wimbledon as long as Roland goes. For both to happen I promise to be kind to Mr Tatters even when he gets on my wick.
Arsene, it's that sort of determined personal sacrifice that demonstrates in the end we will prevail ( I know exactly what you mean but we march on till the old coot goes)
Day 914. Long week eh. At a time when it's really becoming fashionable to step down he's still here. Oh fuck.......
Indeed a long week.
It seems as though he's got his feet under the table here. I will do a deal with God: Andy Murray doesn't have to win Wimbledon as long as Roland goes. For both to happen I promise to be kind to Mr Tatters even when he gets on my wick.
"On my wick".
I had put you down for mid 40's, an expression certainly tells an age.....
Mid 40s! Flattery again! It's OK Elfs I'll buy you a pint.
Day 918 and 919. Well, The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is in mixed mood this morning as he potters around in his garden shed. He'd had a moment of joy when he found a drawing pin behind the lawn mower that he thought had been lost forever. The Best Owner Of A Football Club Owner Ever had punched the air in triumph (and missed) because even a rusty old drawing pin is still a drawing pin, right! But since then, the mood has darkened inside the little garden shed. The football season is fast approaching. The return of the stupid little ant people. Back to upset the peaceful tranquility of the farm. And the return of the blight of CARD, whatever that is, trying to spoil things. Look what they did to that poor innocent sofa, he fumes, have those cocksuckers no sense of decency! And to cap it ALL, he's run out of those fucking little amaretto biscuits. What the hell were Lidl thinking, he'd put them on the goddam list FFS!! Well, let's leave The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever banging around inside his shed slamming his drawers and shouting "SHIT!!!"....... He's still here. Oh fuck......
I reckon if we can find his route to work each morning. If we all go up behind him and blow air horns/pop balloons/bang on frying pans. Surely that'll be enough to push the old fucker over the edge!?
Day 925 and 926. Well The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is rather quiet this morning as he gazes out of the window of his shed at the world. He had an awful dream last night. That he was one of the little ant people too. He found himself walking down with them all to a football match. And the team were not doing very well, and they were all moaning about the owner. And then suddenly there was the owner in the directors armour plated box and everyone booed. And he suddenly realised it was him! He was the owner and everyone hated him! What a shocking dream.... He lets out a long sigh and looks at the duct tape on his work bench. Thank God for the finer things in life he thinks as he reaches for it. He's got a Lidl bag to repair this morning. He brightens a little. It was just a stupid dream...and it'll soon be time for a nice coffee and an amaretto biscuit. He's still here. Oh FUCK.....
Day 929. Well summer is here for a day or two. It would be nice if it stayed round for a bit. Unlike The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever. Because he's still here like a chill wind round SE7. Oh fuck.......
( Btw everyone just before today's update, I would just like to apologise to everyone for last season's relegation. It was all my fault. I had no idea blowing up a few balloons in the North Stand would cause everything to go to shit. Sorry )
Day 930. He's still here, but none of it, according to the legend that is Sue Parkes is his fault, it's those meddling protestors sticking their noses in. So today it's a slightly incredulous I Can't Believe It's All Our Fault oh fuck....
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He's still here.
Oh fuck......
Long week eh.
At a time when it's really becoming fashionable to step down he's still here.
Oh fuck.......
It seems as though he's got his feet under the table here. I will do a deal with God: Andy Murray doesn't have to win Wimbledon as long as Roland goes. For both to happen I promise to be kind to Mr Tatters even when he gets on my wick.
I had put you down for mid 40's, an expression certainly tells an age.....
Day 915.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
Here.
Fuck.
That's a shortened version today for anyone in a hurry
For those with a little more time -
Day 916.
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
He's still here, like a blocked drain.
Oh fuck......
Well, The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is in mixed mood this morning as he potters around in his garden shed. He'd had a moment of joy when he found a drawing pin behind the lawn mower that he thought had been lost forever. The Best Owner Of A Football Club Owner Ever had punched the air in triumph (and missed) because even a rusty old drawing pin is still a drawing pin, right!
But since then, the mood has darkened inside the little garden shed. The football season is fast approaching. The return of the stupid little ant people. Back to upset the peaceful tranquility of the farm. And the return of the blight of CARD, whatever that is, trying to spoil things. Look what they did to that poor innocent sofa, he fumes, have those cocksuckers no sense of decency!
And to cap it ALL, he's run out of those fucking little amaretto biscuits. What the hell were Lidl thinking, he'd put them on the goddam list FFS!!
Well, let's leave The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever banging around inside his shed slamming his drawers and shouting "SHIT!!!".......
He's still here.
Oh fuck......
Maybe Roland can try them. Not fatal but could lead to an interesting few days...
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
PMs come and PMs go.
But he's still here.
Oh fuck...
It's raining.
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
Well it's stopped raining for a bit which is nice.
But he's still here.
Oh fuck.....
That's the really shortened version for anyone REALLY in a hurry.
Meanwhile, for those with a little more time -
Day 924.
He's still here.
Oh fuck.....
Well The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever is rather quiet this morning as he gazes out of the window of his shed at the world.
He had an awful dream last night. That he was one of the little ant people too. He found himself walking down with them all to a football match. And the team were not doing very well, and they were all moaning about the owner. And then suddenly there was the owner in the directors armour plated box and everyone booed. And he suddenly realised it was him! He was the owner and everyone hated him!
What a shocking dream....
He lets out a long sigh and looks at the duct tape on his work bench. Thank God for the finer things in life he thinks as he reaches for it. He's got a Lidl bag to repair this morning.
He brightens a little. It was just a stupid dream...and it'll soon be time for a nice coffee and an amaretto biscuit.
He's still here.
Oh FUCK.....
We are his children.
Yes, they actually said that.
Unbelievable Jeff.
He's still here.
Oh fuck....
( 159 sleeps blackpool72 until he allegedly FUCKS OFF)
But sadly at the moment, he's still here, so all together now.
OH FUCK....
Well summer is here for a day or two. It would be nice if it stayed round for a bit.
Unlike The Best Owner Of A Football Club Ever.
Because he's still here like a chill wind round SE7.
Oh fuck.......
Day 930.
He's still here, but none of it, according to the legend that is Sue Parkes is his fault, it's those meddling protestors sticking their noses in.
So today it's a slightly incredulous I Can't Believe It's All Our Fault oh fuck....