kancutlawns wrote:Have bookies who would literally take bets on their own grannies dying by being impaled on red hot skewers, of congenital syphillis or what time at night they would push them down their stairs.
Classic Tawkspawt.
kancutlawns wrote:Have bookies who would literally take bets on their own grannies dying by being impaled on red hot skewers, of congenital syphillis or what time at night they would push them down their stairs.
JimmyDee wrote: 2) Roy Hodgson is crap.
Confirmed wankpot Satin even has a "Hodgewatch" section of his otherwise excellent show (joke), which I pray will be quietly dropped when Woy (Yes! He has a speech impediment! Hilarious!) does Not Too Bad.
JimmyDee wrote:I fear it will be like CA's Daily Arsenal, in that he'll just invent ever-desperate things to be amused/outraged about, and like CA, he'll fondly imagine that we'll all be looking forward to it. The cunt.
Basualdo wrote:Jimmy, who do you reckon is the biggest cunt? Stankbreath or Satin?
welshbloke wrote:FUCKING GOLDSTEIN DRONE FUCKING GINGER CUNT IS THE SECOND BIGGEST CUNT ON TALKSPORTS
Basualdo wrote:JimmyDee wrote:I fear it will be like CA's Daily Arsenal, in that he'll just invent ever-desperate things to be amused/outraged about, and like CA, he'll fondly imagine that we'll all be looking forward to it. The cunt.
Jimmy, who do you reckon is the biggest cunt? Stankbreath or Satin?
I reckon its Satin.
This is one of the finest posts I have ever read.Basualdo wrote:JimmyDee wrote:I fear it will be like CA's Daily Arsenal, in that he'll just invent ever-desperate things to be amused/outraged about, and like CA, he'll fondly imagine that we'll all be looking forward to it. The cunt.
Jimmy, who do you reckon is the biggest cunt? Stankbreath or Satin?
I reckon its Satin, because with Clever Adrian (as you so aptly have named him) there is undoubtedly a cunty kernal there, but the rest of his cuntery is worn like a skillfully crafted sumo suit of cuntishness.
We all know CA is capable of being a semi competent sports reporter and presenter if he put his mind to it. Certainly he can match the talents of most of his fellow professionals......bearing in mind that that matching those talents is a bar so low that it can only be found with mine detectors.
But if he wanted to be he could just manage to be listenable.
But Satin is a WYSIWYG cunt. A 24 carat cunt to his very core. Cut him and he bleeds menstrual blood. A completely self absorbed, totally requited target of massive self love and grade A sample of a media cunt.
He actually believes that he's besties with Nowah Gawwahger.
He thinks he's the reincarnation of Richard Pryor.
He is assured that there are legions of fans of his work out there hanging on to his every word and quip.
He thinks that him sucking up to Wocket Wonnie O'Suwwivan is a sure fire way of proving his sporting credentials and not the act of a low IQ show off arse licking a barely relevent and perfectly odious minor sport celebrity.
Such a one eyed, see no evil, biased MannYu fan that even Malaysians are embarrassed by him.
Remember his reaction to losing that bet to get his hair shaved off if Leicester won the league?
What happened when Rodney Marsh lost a similar bet?
So what did Marsh do?
Well he went to the ground of the team concerned during a home game (I think it was Bradford, but I am by no means sure) and at half time in the centre circle got his head shaved. Publicity stunt? Yeah sure, but he stood by his fucking word.
And what did dear dear Satin do? He refused to be shaved. He welched like a cunt and whinged and whined, "Just a twim, pwease, because my hair is important to my caaweewah."
"Important to his career". Jesus fucking Christ.
You are on the radio, you conceited moley cumcheese. You get occasional voice over work.
At this stage your hair is as relevant to your career as my ring piece is to the International Space Station.
What you are is a preening, vacuous ninny, a wonder of the art of nepotism, an irrelevant smudge on the back inside cover of the story of sports broadcasting, a creature who creeped out Helen Chamberlain while acting like Richard Dimbleby.
You were replaced on Soccer AM by Max Rushden....MAX FUCKING RUSHDEN!!! Rushden, a man so bland that he has been shot and made into a sofa.
AND HE WAS BETTER THAN YOU!
Christ alive, Goldstein, you are an utter utter waste of an evacuation of your Da's ballbag. You were this >< close to being wiped on the bedroom curtains.
And that is a loss we are all feeling.
AlcoholBrazil wrote:Assume everyone is obsessed with the Premiership in July, and no other sport matters. Even in an Olympic year.
What rugby?AlcoholBrazil wrote:Assume everyone is obsessed with the Premiership in July, and no other sport matters. Even in an Olympic year.