So you seem to be supporting the notion that soccer is a sport for Euro-trash and Faggots. Is that right?
5:43 AM
Big Blue Monkey said...
Badcock, the intellectual dishonesty of your argument is reaching Fred Barnesian proportions.
I do believe you got drunk a number of times with a guy who broke his fucking arm playing soccer. Don't tell me that you really think that soccer injuries are all fakes.
Hell, Barnyard ruined more than one promising career by ripping some poor bastard's knee tendons in half.
And, in the future, do try to keep our fact-checking about Fox News levels, OK?
12:45 AM
Badcock said...
Big BM, for shame.
First of all, he "guy" who broke his arm was YOU, and you broke your arm trying to reach into the snack machine to steal a dangling package of Chuckles. I know, because I was jiggling the machine for you.
Secondly, if any of you illiterate retches had read my second novel, you would have read the part where the character visits a friend of his who bore a remarkable resemblance to Barnyard, and went to one of his league games. The character makes a point of praising Barnyard's defensive skill in leaving two opposing players writhing on the ground like the housekeeper with epilepsy in that very special episode of Diff'rent Strokes where Arnold learns that people with epilepsy are just like everybody else. The fact that the players weren't really hurt was ameliorated by the fact that Barnyard was, in fact, trying to hurt them.
Third of all, soccer is for homos.
3:55 AM
Jerious Norwood said...
The shirt makes a good point.
9:28 AM
Jerious Norwood said...
I'm with the shirt.
9:30 AM
Badcock said...
What do you mean "the shirt?"
Like, the shirt one lovingly uses to wipe off the back of one's ladyfriend's odds bodkins, proving oneself a considerate fellow?
Kind of the opposite of John the Baptist. I'm with the shirt too!
10:22 PM
Big Blue Monkey said...
I don't even like Chuckles. I don't like any form of Chuckles. Not the candy, not the clown,not the style of laughter--I'm agin it all.
I, uh, never received that novel. I'm sure if you had told Barnyard that there was a character based on him, he would have read it, though. That self-aborbed dickhead would read anything if you told him it was about him.
11:36 PM
LButler36 said...
I think all the blame for dives and the overall pussiness of most european soccer falls squarely on the italians
Soccer Injury.
Football Injury.
9 comments:
So you seem to be supporting the notion that soccer is a sport for Euro-trash and Faggots. Is that right?
Badcock, the intellectual dishonesty of your argument is reaching Fred Barnesian proportions.
I do believe you got drunk a number of times with a guy who broke his fucking arm playing soccer. Don't tell me that you really think that soccer injuries are all fakes.
Hell, Barnyard ruined more than one promising career by ripping some poor bastard's knee tendons in half.
And, in the future, do try to keep our fact-checking about Fox News levels, OK?
Big BM, for shame.
First of all, he "guy" who broke his arm was YOU, and you broke your arm trying to reach into the snack machine to steal a dangling package of Chuckles. I know, because I was jiggling the machine for you.
Secondly, if any of you illiterate retches had read my second novel, you would have read the part where the character visits a friend of his who bore a remarkable resemblance to Barnyard, and went to one of his league games. The character makes a point of praising Barnyard's defensive skill in leaving two opposing players writhing on the ground like the housekeeper with epilepsy in that very special episode of Diff'rent Strokes where Arnold learns that people with epilepsy are just like everybody else. The fact that the players weren't really hurt was ameliorated by the fact that Barnyard was, in fact, trying to hurt them.
Third of all, soccer is for homos.
The shirt makes a good point.
I'm with the shirt.
What do you mean "the shirt?"
Like, the shirt one lovingly uses to wipe off the back of one's ladyfriend's odds bodkins, proving oneself a considerate fellow?
Kind of the opposite of John the Baptist. I'm with the shirt too!
I don't even like Chuckles. I don't like any form of Chuckles. Not the candy, not the clown,not the style of laughter--I'm agin it all.
I, uh, never received that novel. I'm sure if you had told Barnyard that there was a character based on him, he would have read it, though. That self-aborbed dickhead would read anything if you told him it was about him.
I think all the blame for dives and the overall pussiness of most european soccer falls squarely on the italians
Eduardo da Silva.
Nuff said.
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