Fat Boy wrote:Superman, Where’s Wally and the fattest Cowgirl to squeeze her massive ar
se into a skirt that was way to short to accommodate those tree trunk legs, all arguing with the local constabulary while the ugliest cave-girl to put a bone through her nose pleads in vain for the release of her partner with another nonchalant PC at the back of a Paddy Wagon.
An overly antagonistic midget.
What I can only describe as Harold Fritzel with the worst case of Tourette syndrome I believe I’ve ever heard.
Mickey Meat-head kicking off in the North stand.
The worst streaker in the history of sport just after the final whistle.
…can mean only one thing. The interbred bottom feeders that hail from the cyst on the booty end of Yorkshire have exited the Special bus and are running amuck on the Streets of our fair city.
Hull are on town.
Red & White or Black & White makes no difference, these web-toed bumkins always ensure that their reputation is kept in tack when they’re allowed out.
Well done.
I saw these in the sports bar before cricket, they were tanked and being rowdy then... These are the same vile crowd that have forced us away from our 'spot' in the east stand, I hope their names are passed onto the club.
