stanislav, a young Polish plumber said...Is true. Is dreadful catastrophe here in Scotland, best part of England.

stanislav, a young Polish plumber said...

Is true. Is dreadful catastrophe here in Scotland, best part of England. Scotch Ladies football team get fucked up arse with salami from 2-1 defeat by wop team. Whole place is weep and wail like recent Battle of Culloden, fought only last week. And all is fault of English cunts steal Scotch oil money and never give nothing back only paltry few hundreds of billion of pound and permit Scotchmen lifetime of scrounging, laying about, dress like women, molest children, beat Mrs up, live in cave, eat porridge with fingers and spend dole money on cider and fried heart attack Mars bars and English will provide best health care, better than in England, better than Scotch remedy of moss, nettles and piss, all rubbed in beard, accompany by dreadful sound of fucking holistic bagpipe.

Best thing for Scotch Ladies Team is only play teams from other Smart, Small, Successful countries. Like Lapland. Might win something off reindeer-lovers. But not if Gordon go to match and sit in stands eating Mother Smith’s Redditch snot pie and drink Marmite with boyfriends. Fuck me, no. Take away will to fucking live, never mind win football match against fucking Santa Claus. Have Gordon on your side is like excommunicate from Pope and get one way economy class ticket for eternity of arse-roasting from Lucifer: get mighty voodoo curse from whole population of Haiti; wake up to horsehead from Mafia on pillow. Have Gordon support is kiss of fucking doom, herald of apocalypse, sun go black, birds fall from sky, fire and brimstone fall on fucking head: if Gordon onside is no escape. Only fucking disaster. Is earthquake, volcano, hurricane; get wash away in tsunami of snot. Skin erupt in fucking boils, eyes bleed. Is better have Admiral Liberace in stand supporting team; is fucking idiot but never mind, come round half-times and give good firm smack on bottom, England expect … Kiss me, Hardy. Win three-nil, tot of rum all round.Rule Britannia.

4:43 PM, November 19, 2007