Arsenal away build up

[baitman]

Jaco goes shopping

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[Doc_Piptorious]

Yep that's the "I'm gonna get me some brekkie roll" strut right down to the swinging gorillia arms and the money gesture to the girls on the deli counter.

Someone puts a bit of egg into the brekkie roll and I run around the shop knocking boxes of cereal off of shelves until I get a fresh roll.

[RedAndWhite]

Yep that's the "I'm gonna get me some brekkie roll" strut right down to the swinging gorillia arms and the money gesture to the girls on the deli counter.

Someone puts a bit of egg into the brekkie roll and I run around the shop knocking boxes of cereal off of shelves until I get a fresh roll.

A breakfast roll without egg

[Assassin]

Jaco goes shopping

Conor McGregor Billionaire Strut! #UFC264 #shorts #mcgregor - YouTube

****ing puffed up ginger pigeon

[Doc_Piptorious]

****ing puffed up ginger pigeon

Oi!! I take issue with that.


I'm not ginger

[Assassin]

Oi!! I take issue with that.


I'm not ginger

Then all is good in the world

[Doc_Piptorious]

A breakfast roll without egg

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

[memzey]

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

Post of the year

[baitman]

Epic ranting

[Angryred]

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

Ya left out the bit where ya take yer meds!

[Rigadon]

Brilliant

[Fivex]

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

What sort of animal would butter a bread roll on the outside?

[Doc_Piptorious]

What sort of animal would butter a bread role on the outside?

Have you not seen the state of some of the posts on this site? I felt it had to be clearly stated for the benefit of certain posters.

[Buzzo]

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

[Assassin]

The egg is just put in for culchies and folk who have lost their sense of taste to covid. Possible dubs as well.

Give me extra meat instead of an egg every time.

A nice warm roll lightly buttered on one of the inside sides

Two sausages (three is they are small sozzies).

Three slices of pudding (two black, one white).

Two rashers cooked to almost crispy but not actually crispy.

Three hash browns.

Then usually some tomato ketchup, but an odd day some brown sauce instead of ketchup if I feel like drawing a comment that I can feign offence to.

Then a lovely cup of tea, Barry's Master blend, left to brew whilst the roll is being put together. Half a spoon of sugar and about a sixth of a cup of milk.

Then take your nosh and deoch from the counter. Scream something about everyone being bums and how you would knock them out, then walk with your free arm flapping to the tills. Tell the manc there he looks like **** that has been stood on a few times, say **** you in the middle of whatever witty comeback he was attempting.

Then sit in your car eating your roll and keep telling yourself that nobody spat in your brekkie roll.

Then head for home and let whatever side of the road you drive on be an adventure and only slow the car if you spot the Arsenal head (assuming he did not get his dose of medicine in the shop), question his parentage, insult his team, then drive off cackling.

Get out of car, log onto Est and post **** about music. Occasionally take the time to give a dirty look at a random post by a Scot (take your pick as to which Scot, they all look the same to me ), then rinse and repeat until the wind blows a leaf across the lawn. Run outside and shout at said leaf to get off the lawn.

'Tis a full life I lead.

If I hadn't seen who had written this I would have said Sean (where the **** is he?) had posted this madcap rant