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That picture of Hayden and Elmo is crying out for a caption competition. “Spot the muppet” immediatly springs to mind.
See what happens when you mess with the proper way of the world.
The whole timesonline blog has imploded, and it’s world is running backwards.
That’ll learn the bastards for lauding the bear like orphan eating f*ckhead.
What’s all this comments off bollocks, you dirty bastard.
Laurence wins the match, and we can’t rejoice with him.
Right, it’s on the blower to Polly, Colly and Chapple, and they’ll be marching to Manchester before you know it. The blades of truth have been sharpened, you have been warned.
Captions, captions, captions!
The King is too grand for comments now, Suave, seeing he has thrown in his lot with TWC and we are just permitted to silently chant his name and admire his immaculate prose
I’m currently giving him the longest silent boo of his life.
Also, Colly and Polly have started their journey to Manchester (picking Chapple up on the right side of the pennines), to enable Dear King to silently do everything.
It’s difficult to talk with your head in a basket.
Jesus wept, you whore yourself out to anyone don’t you you Murdoch puppet. You’re worse than a reality tv wannabe. You make me sick. Bastard.
Is KC owned by Murdoch now? Will Sky by anything?
I have a fridge i want to sell, will they buy that?
Yeah! Bastard
How could you forget Gary Pratt?!