Smelly Alan Green ruptures Andy Gray’s scrotum, twisting Wenger like stockings that are held up. Sliding up Mourinho’s sensitive sphincter while Lampard gobbled quantities of fruit-flavoured BalBoa knob-juice, unfortunately, the scaly nose of the pangolins rumbled with a ferocious appetite, although they engulfed huge dildos by candle light and are quite horny.
Marcos ventured into differential calculus while simultaneously tea-bagging Van Persie’s tiny nose. Big Andy and Van Piorsing played the spoons. They played the classics “When I’m Cleaning Windows” and “A Spoonful Of Sugar”, whilst Marcos gave them head in a treehouse.
On top of Arsenal’s banned, gay daddy’s anus, the master of puppets and transfer muppets, Spoony invented the Stargate by sitting on giant cock.
“Now go tell Mourinho how flamingos can infect him and his balls”, yelled Goat-Man to the crowd. “Send massive amounts of shitty lubricant up his rectum”, he continued, “Tell him he should consider clenching or retiring the WeasteDevil in the process”.
Cashley Cole can f*ck off back into the Arsehite worn by the repeatedly bashed, toilet gayer Sol Campbell in the new Emirates Stadium of Gaydium, aka “Weastedium”. It smelled like gorgonzola cheese soaked in a can of out of date beans. Slurping prunes to enhance flatulence and virginity, causes hair loss. Fewer kids grumbled whilst spooning in enormous, cock-biscuit soaked sticky buns.
Made gruesome by the power of bullshit, Richter’s sphincter and the army of the gay mods, wearing pantyhose and red lingerie, looked homosexual. Lesbians caused a fiasco as they gathered with a frenzied group of retarded pigeons, who were still more intelligent than Scousers in the Kop, and shat fungus through their nostrils.
Henceforth, Lord Vidic graciously alluded to the one as coolly and as sweet as a nut covered in a spermicidal feeling armpit, which reeked of gruesome ullage, giving the wretched Wenger an idiotic and constipated look and grandiose ideas.
Next episode, starring the Massive Jungle crew, adopted Mongolian zebras circumnavigate Ardwick while screaming lips are banned by Shearer the spunk-eater, who resorted to break dancing in the darkest hour of daylight wearing a kaftan.
Paisley said “Cnut”. “Behold”, we responded joyously. De Rection allowed, through default, the clueless department of logic. And so you could identify, which asshole it would be was useless to even think that Keyaz is smart enough to notice that Varun is a chicken madras eating joker.
Becks finished Posh by cornholing her repeatedly while counting the numbers 100,001 and 100,002 over and over and over until, eventually, she-males realized the dangers faced by counting 100,001 and 100,002.
The main forum gods, such as mods, MS MSP (especially), and Wizard Keyaz (definitely), were prime examples of excellence of execution gained through years of indulging intelligence, ranging from zero to the highest level of craftsmanship and class. Notwithstanding, Iguanamanc, who is close to MS MSP’s tutu and RedCanadian, who asks “will you shut the f*ck up, Wiz?”
The end is near or not. At least that is solved by midnight.
