I haven’t bothered watching the Livingston game since, by all accounts, it was a load of shite. Not that it matters; as I keep saying, Celtic aren’t going to be allowed to win anything this season. The myth of Neo-Gers improving under Gerrard has to be maintained. It seems Neo-Gers were shite as well, but the referee and his merry band of linesmen were there as usual to save the day. A blatantly offside goal and Motherwell being denied a penalty, however, weren’t enough to stop it ending in a draw. Perhaps it was considered a bit too obvious to give Neo-Gers their customary penalty. And so, Neo-Gers will continue to be carried to another league title and maybe even a cup or two.
“How the fuck wid Ah know if it wiz offside ur if Mothewell should-a hud a penalty? What d’ye mean, it’s ma joab? Ah wiz only here tae see the Raynjurz!”
Neo-Gers are due to play Sparta in Prague later this month and Glen Kamara’s lawyer is warning The Peeppul what to expect. Apparently, supporters in Prague are notoriously violent and racist and there’s a serious risk of loss of life. Er…does this guy know The Peeppul at all? They’re well-known as some of the most racist supporters on the planet and their violence on their travels is almost legendary. It seems even a tenuous link to Neo-Gers is enough to get you talking pish!
Staying with the Huns, and Four Four Two magazine has decided, in its wisdom, to declare Ibrox the top stadium in Britain for atmosphere. By God, they must be easily impressed! Anti-Catholic and anti-Irish bile along with Orange anthems and poorly-spelt and poorly-organised tifos. Add in the numerous objects thrown onto the pitch and you’ve got all the atmosphere you could wish for. They should have turned up in Glasgow last Saturday when the whole city was treated to this ‘atmosphere’. Speaking of which, I can’t believe that some people (or Peeppul) have been arrested for racism and sectarianism. Isn’t that the whole point of the Walks?
Speaking of the Walks, it’s getting harder and harder for Neo-Gers to distance itself from these racist ‘fun’ days. Not only are the pavements lined with folk wearing Neo-Gers tops, but at least one band on Saturday played Follow Follow on their fifes (they’re not real flutes), while Mr. Follow Follow himself, Mark Dingwall, was pictured, among others, wearing their Neo-Gers ties with their sashes. Aye, Everyone Anyone.
“It’s Kafflick schools Ah blame fur aw the bigotry in Scotland!”
Meanwhile, wee Abdul was out and about again without his carer. Where the hell are his parents? Don’t they know The Peeppul are ripping the absolute pish out of their son? How they must have laughed when they got him to shout into the phone camera, telling us ‘Fenians’ that we don’t belong in this country! Of course, the poor bastard doesn’t realise that his ‘pals’ would as soon send him ‘back home’ as anybody of Irish descent. He wasn’t the only ‘celebrity’ attending the Walks on Saturday; that junkie from The Rangers TV was there too. Not that she’d have been aware of what was going on; she looks as if she has her address tattooed on the back of her hand, so somebody can take her home when she forgets where she lives.
“Christ! The. Queue. Fur. The. Meff. A. Doane. Cli. Nic. Is. Fu. Ckin. Shooj. The. Day!”
The Ancient Greeks believed that the flute was invented by the goddess Athena. She liked the sound of the thing, but she thought it twisted her mouth and made her look ugly, so she threw it away. I don’t think that’s anything the Huns need worry about, as this specimen illustrates.
I think his face is twisted that way naturally, probably due to him being full of hatred.
I’m still seeing Huns online arguing that The Famine Song isn’t racist or anti-Irish, but simply about Celtic and to wind up Celtic supporters. So what the fuck is that line about fuelling U-Boats by night supposed to mean? You can say what you like about the Nazis, but they were obviously expert mariners. I mean, what an incredible feat of navigation to get a submarine all the way to Parkhead with not a drop of water around. Did they go through the sewers? And how could Aiden McGeady possibly be a ‘traitor’ when he’s ‘not of our own’? Fucking thick, inbred arseholes!
“Your name vill also go on Ze List!”
The media has been telling us what a card Auld Phil the Greek was and how he loved a joke. Anything to divert attention away from Paedo Andy, eh? They gave examples of his jokes, which nobody but the worst sycophant would find funny. Charlie phoned him to organise his 100th birthday party, to which Auld Phil replied, “I’ll need to be alive, won’t I?” Oh, ma fuckin’ sides! The truth is that they can’t repeat any of the old bigot’s real jokes.
“Hiv ye heard this wan? A darkie, a chinky, a kike an’ a bog-trotter go intae a bar…”
I think I’ve mentioned on here before how our da used to always believe anything some random ‘bloke’ in the bookies told him. Actually, it wasn’t a ‘bloke,’ it was a ‘block’. We were always on at him to take his dog to the vet to have its skin and fur looked at, but his reply was, “Block wiz tellin’ iz. They charge ye a fortune an’ gie ye the same dug shampoo they sell doon the shoaps.” If you argued further, he always said, with feeling, “The fuckin’ block sayed!” That was meant to end the conversation as, obviously, the block knew more than us and any number of vets. It didn’t matter what you were speaking about, or what experts you quoted, ‘the block’ always knew better. All those stupid anti-vaxxers remind me of my da. They’d rather believe some ‘block’ on YouTube than listen to what the experts say. Stupid cunts!
Bloody hell, hen. If you want anyone to give you a climax, they’d need that much alcohol that they wouldn’t be able to perform!
Nothing but a couple of pints of wood alcohol, though, could make this lot attractive!
I’m still getting riled by some of the stupid adverts that are on just now. Have you seen that one for McDonald’s with every cunt falling over laughing? What the fuck are they putting in their burgers? Cannabis? It’s the same with the Pringles adverts, where everybody has one Pringle each and then starts partying as if they’re drunk. And don’t get me started on the advert for Capri-Sun diluting juice. The wee cartoon character says, “Get ready for some super fun!” What the hell is fun about pouring some juice into a glass and then topping it up with water? I know most people think youngsters these days don’t know how to have fun, but that’s taking it too far!
“No added sugar! No preservatives! All natural ingredients, including the magic mushrooms!”
P.S. I see the 2-star rating of my book has disappeared.
“Awright, troops? Ah wiz oot oan Saturday, walkin’ behind wan-y the bands, proudly wearin’ ma Raynjurz toap. Wae walked past a chapel an’ thur wur cunts there haudin’ up banners callin’ us racists. Ah mean, it’s gettin’ thit a Proddissint isnae even safe tae walk the streets anymair. An’ they fuckin’ Feenyins ur plannin’ a march in October tae commemorarate Bobby Sands an’ aw they other terrorists thit starved thursel’s tae death. Thur’s awready plans fur decent Proddissints tae get the gither an’ stoap the cunts. Wae cannae allow that kinna bigotry oan wur streets, kin wae?”
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