Yeovil v Rovers: What the papers say

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A selection of reaction to Rovers' win at Yeovil

Blackburn Rovers banished their away-day blues to grab a deserved 1-0 win at Yeovil Town.

A second-half strike by hitman Jordan Rhodes was enough to earn Rovers a second away win of the season and end the Glovers' four-match unbeaten run.

Mail on Sunday

Blackburn manager Gary Bowyer heaped praise on striker Jordan Rhodes after seeing his side banish their away-day blues with a 1-0 win at Yeovil. Polite Rhodes secures rare away win The 23-year-old notched his 13th goal of the season on the hour mark.

Sunday Mirror

JORDAN Rhodes' 13th goal of the season helped Blackburn Rovers inflict a first defeat in five games on Yeovil Town.

Rhodes struck on the hour mark to give the visitors all three points and end the Glovers' recent good run of form, which saw them unbeaten since November 22.

Yeovil twice hit the woodwork but luck was not on their side at Huish Park and they remain one point off the foot on the table.

Chard and Ilminster News

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12:38pm Sun 22 Dec 13

crankitup says...

burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
you really should spend as much time commenting on your own stories mate......really!

no one is taking away your teams achievements thus far but come on, al this effort on us.....you spoil us Mr Carrot.
[quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]you really should spend as much time commenting on your own stories mate......really! no one is taking away your teams achievements thus far but come on, al this effort on us.....you spoil us Mr Carrot. crankitup
  • Score: 7

12:42pm Sun 22 Dec 13

burnleyglentoran says...

crankitup wrote:
burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
you really should spend as much time commenting on your own stories mate......really!

no one is taking away your teams achievements thus far but come on, al this effort on us.....you spoil us Mr Carrot.
Get back behind the curtain Ebenezer!!!!!!!!!!!!


BURNLEY FC - EAST LANCS TOP DOGS IN A FULLY INSURED, PAID FOR, TAXED VOKES-WAGEN
[quote][p][bold]crankitup[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]you really should spend as much time commenting on your own stories mate......really! no one is taking away your teams achievements thus far but come on, al this effort on us.....you spoil us Mr Carrot.[/p][/quote]Get back behind the curtain Ebenezer!!!!!!!!!!!! BURNLEY FC - EAST LANCS TOP DOGS IN A FULLY INSURED, PAID FOR, TAXED VOKES-WAGEN burnleyglentoran
  • Score: -6

12:43pm Sun 22 Dec 13

crankitup says...

as for the game...some good points and some bad ones.....yes! we could have had a bag full of goals....but equally if Yeovil would have bagged one the two that hit the woodwork it would have been two points lost.

we really should start taking our chances against teams like Yeovil and making sure we take maximum points.

good result but on our past form it's a bit too soon to get exited...
as for the game...some good points and some bad ones.....yes! we could have had a bag full of goals....but equally if Yeovil would have bagged one the two that hit the woodwork it would have been two points lost. we really should start taking our chances against teams like Yeovil and making sure we take maximum points. good result but on our past form it's a bit too soon to get exited... crankitup
  • Score: 5

12:48pm Sun 22 Dec 13

ewood army says...

burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
You need therapy kid......that's quite a fixation you have there....I recommend getting out a bit more eh !!!....... what a sad hate filled existence you have.....all those yrs of being in our shadow has warped your tiny mind....let the hate go and enjoy a happy life.....lmao at you boy !!!
[quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]You need therapy kid......that's quite a fixation you have there....I recommend getting out a bit more eh !!!....... what a sad hate filled existence you have.....all those yrs of being in our shadow has warped your tiny mind....let the hate go and enjoy a happy life.....lmao at you boy !!! ewood army
  • Score: 4

12:57pm Sun 22 Dec 13

jackmetickler says...

burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
am I taking it from your sad nome de plume you are Irish?
Or just wannabe plastic Irish.
a good mixture for a dingle...

the opportunities are endless.

But enough time spent on paddy o' dingle.

onwards and upwards
[quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]am I taking it from your sad nome de plume you are Irish? Or just wannabe plastic Irish. a good mixture for a dingle... the opportunities are endless. But enough time spent on paddy o' dingle. onwards and upwards jackmetickler
  • Score: 3

1:04pm Sun 22 Dec 13

burnleyglentoran says...

ewood army wrote:
burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
You need therapy kid......that's quite a fixation you have there....I recommend getting out a bit more eh !!!....... what a sad hate filled existence you have.....all those yrs of being in our shadow has warped your tiny mind....let the hate go and enjoy a happy life.....lmao at you boy !!!
"yrs of being in our shadow"

I can hear you over the backyard wall!!!!

Ghosts of Christmas's past are haunting you!!!!!

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUUURRRS - THE PANTOMIME THAT TURNED INTO A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDY
[quote][p][bold]ewood army[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]You need therapy kid......that's quite a fixation you have there....I recommend getting out a bit more eh !!!....... what a sad hate filled existence you have.....all those yrs of being in our shadow has warped your tiny mind....let the hate go and enjoy a happy life.....lmao at you boy !!![/p][/quote]"yrs of being in our shadow" I can hear you over the backyard wall!!!! Ghosts of Christmas's past are haunting you!!!!! BLACKBUURRRN ROVUUURRRS - THE PANTOMIME THAT TURNED INTO A SHAKESPEAREAN TRAGEDY burnleyglentoran
  • Score: -3

1:11pm Sun 22 Dec 13

Rover47 says...

For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment.
For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment. Rover47
  • Score: 13

3:58pm Sun 22 Dec 13

You're not mugging me off that easily says...

burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
Very very good !!!
[quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]Very very good !!! You're not mugging me off that easily
  • Score: 1

4:40pm Sun 22 Dec 13

owd nick says...

Rover47 wrote:
For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment.
Seconded, I have no problem with a bit of proper banter but these clowns only exist to wreck threads, and the moment one person replies to any of them all sensible discussion is gone.

The simple fact is that as soon as Burnley loose a game you can't see these idiots for dust, they scamper away like rats up a drainpipe.

What makes me smile though is that BG must have spent hours in drunken stupor composing it's post, I read the first line and didn't bother with the rest., so that makes it a total waste of effort.
[quote][p][bold]Rover47[/bold] wrote: For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment.[/p][/quote]Seconded, I have no problem with a bit of proper banter but these clowns only exist to wreck threads, and the moment one person replies to any of them all sensible discussion is gone. The simple fact is that as soon as Burnley loose a game you can't see these idiots for dust, they scamper away like rats up a drainpipe. What makes me smile though is that BG must have spent hours in drunken stupor composing it's post, I read the first line and didn't bother with the rest., so that makes it a total waste of effort. owd nick
  • Score: 4

5:07pm Sun 22 Dec 13

ford10 says...

burnleyglentoran wrote:
Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented.

He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out.

He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to.

Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford.

Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind.

His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise.

Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself.

He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has.

He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney”
But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success.

This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?”

While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell.

His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune.

Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end.

Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas

BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX
where you copied and pasted that dingle boy that's too clever for you!!!!!!!!
[quote][p][bold]burnleyglentoran[/bold] wrote: Years ago, Mr Rover, was living in his 2 up 2 down, next to Mr Claret. Then he won the lottery. He could afford to move to a smarter part of town and regularly visited the big city where he lived the high life. Rubbing shoulders with well established millionaires at the casino he frequented. He got a taste for expensive food and drink and also developed an expensive cocaine habit. Not of this mattered as he was sure that the money he’d won would never run out. He would often drive past in his large limousine and scoff at Mr Claret, shouting that he’d never have to live like his former neighbour had to. Mr. Claret, meanwhile, just got on with his lot. Only spending what he could afford. Time passed and the high rolling lifestyle of the now bloated, Mr. Rover had taken its toll on his bank account, his body and mind. His addiction had spiralled out of control. He lashed out at former friends, Mr Big Sam, Mr. Hendry, and Mr Hodgson even the media were all blamed for his self-inflicted financial demise. Bitterly he was forced to return to his former home a bitter, twisted and lonely man. He felt like failure. He was right. He couldn’t help but notice as he peeped at his neighbour, through the tatty net curtains, that while he thought the midas touch that he briefly had would never leave him, Mr Claret had been quietly doing very well for himself. He now frequently he see’s Mr Claret having to sell his cars a HotJayRod and an Austin. Screaming “ha ha what are you going to do without it now!?” Only to be dismayed by the performance of the new Vokes-wagen Mr. Claret has. He still trys to make himself feel better about the “old days, when I had loadsamoney” But Mr Claret is not impressed. He didn’t dismiss his friends through the lean times and is very proud of what he’s achieved as many people compliment him on his success. This only enrages the embittered, longing for the past Mr. Rover has he constantly shouts over the backyard wall that all Mr. Clarets achievements will come to an end. “it wont last. It wont last” “the only way is down for you” “what if you fall ill!?” While the future for Mr Claret looks rosy, doing what he’s always done. The New Year looks bleak for the Mr Rover as he’ll be forced to sell what few assets he has left, in his empty shell. His brief flirtation with the high life has ruined Mr Rover. He now cuts a hollow, bitter, curmudgeonly, figure. He desperately clings on, in vein, to the hope that his neighbour Mr Claret will see misfortune. Christmas in Mr Rovers house will be cold, empty and empty. And when, not spent reminiscing of Christmas’s past, endlessly twitching at the moth eaten net curtain hoping, hoping, hoping that his neighbours self-made achievements will end. Mr Claret will have a fantastic Christmas BLACKBUURRRN ROVUURRS - THE 10 YEAR OLD BENTLEY AT THE DOOR WITH NO ROAD TAX[/p][/quote]where you copied and pasted that dingle boy that's too clever for you!!!!!!!! ford10
  • Score: 3

9:04pm Sun 22 Dec 13

we.love.u.venkys says...

Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?
Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top? we.love.u.venkys
  • Score: 0

9:34pm Sun 22 Dec 13

Harwoodstblue says...

owd nick wrote:
Rover47 wrote:
For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment.
Seconded, I have no problem with a bit of proper banter but these clowns only exist to wreck threads, and the moment one person replies to any of them all sensible discussion is gone.

The simple fact is that as soon as Burnley loose a game you can't see these idiots for dust, they scamper away like rats up a drainpipe.

What makes me smile though is that BG must have spent hours in drunken stupor composing it's post, I read the first line and didn't bother with the rest., so that makes it a total waste of effort.
I didn't read the first line. Just seeing his name is enough to make me scroll past.
[quote][p][bold]owd nick[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]Rover47[/bold] wrote: For goodness sake, lads, don't react. Our sites are becoming swamped in 'claret' clap-trap. Please...just ignore them. They'll soon get fed up and go away when they see no-one is taking any interest. Then we can enjoy some constructive comment.[/p][/quote]Seconded, I have no problem with a bit of proper banter but these clowns only exist to wreck threads, and the moment one person replies to any of them all sensible discussion is gone. The simple fact is that as soon as Burnley loose a game you can't see these idiots for dust, they scamper away like rats up a drainpipe. What makes me smile though is that BG must have spent hours in drunken stupor composing it's post, I read the first line and didn't bother with the rest., so that makes it a total waste of effort.[/p][/quote]I didn't read the first line. Just seeing his name is enough to make me scroll past. Harwoodstblue
  • Score: 3

11:07pm Sun 22 Dec 13

Whydidtheybanme? says...

we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?
Take it you lost poker :-)
[quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?[/p][/quote]Take it you lost poker :-) Whydidtheybanme?
  • Score: -1

11:56pm Sun 22 Dec 13

Rossendale Rover says...

Just heard that Suarez wants to sign for the Dingles ?

He wants to get as far away from football as possible !!!

Up the Rovers !!!
Just heard that Suarez wants to sign for the Dingles ? He wants to get as far away from football as possible !!! Up the Rovers !!! Rossendale Rover
  • Score: 2

12:57am Mon 23 Dec 13

RobH2O says...

Rossendale Rover wrote:
Just heard that Suarez wants to sign for the Dingles ?

He wants to get as far away from football as possible !!!

Up the Rovers !!!
I agree with the sentiment Up the Rovers, in fact right up 'em fits even better.
[quote][p][bold]Rossendale Rover[/bold] wrote: Just heard that Suarez wants to sign for the Dingles ? He wants to get as far away from football as possible !!! Up the Rovers !!![/p][/quote]I agree with the sentiment Up the Rovers, in fact right up 'em fits even better. RobH2O
  • Score: 0

8:18am Mon 23 Dec 13

we.love.u.venkys says...

Whydidtheybanme? wrote:
we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?
Take it you lost poker :-)
The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one!

Any idea who's top Mungo?
[quote][p][bold]Whydidtheybanme?[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?[/p][/quote]Take it you lost poker :-)[/p][/quote]The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one! Any idea who's top Mungo? we.love.u.venkys
  • Score: 3

9:25am Mon 23 Dec 13

Whydidtheybanme? says...

we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Whydidtheybanme? wrote:
we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?
Take it you lost poker :-)
The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one!

Any idea who's top Mungo?
Yaaaaawn.

Just for curiosity I clicked on a couple of the B@urnley stories - not 1 post from you Mark.

OCD - Obsessed Crying Dingle
[quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]Whydidtheybanme?[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?[/p][/quote]Take it you lost poker :-)[/p][/quote]The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one! Any idea who's top Mungo?[/p][/quote]Yaaaaawn. Just for curiosity I clicked on a couple of the B@urnley stories - not 1 post from you Mark. OCD - Obsessed Crying Dingle Whydidtheybanme?
  • Score: -2

9:45am Mon 23 Dec 13

we.love.u.venkys says...

Whydidtheybanme? wrote:
we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Whydidtheybanme? wrote:
we.love.u.venkys wrote:
Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?
Take it you lost poker :-)
The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one!

Any idea who's top Mungo?
Yaaaaawn.

Just for curiosity I clicked on a couple of the B@urnley stories - not 1 post from you Mark.

OCD - Obsessed Crying Dingle
OCD?

Obsessed - if you say so. It's funny watching your club implode.
Crying - not likely, we're top of the league mate!
Dingle - and proud.

Whydidtheybanme is David. An unfortunate substance abuser from Shadsworth who is permanently crying inside because:

a. Burnley are top of the league,
b. he can't afford shoes, and
c. we.love.u.venkys is walloping his mum.
[quote][p][bold]Whydidtheybanme?[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]Whydidtheybanme?[/bold] wrote: [quote][p][bold]we.love.u.venkys[/bold] wrote: Has anyone seen the league table? I missed the results, who's top?[/p][/quote]Take it you lost poker :-)[/p][/quote]The only thing I've been poking lately is yer mam. Didn't you get the video I sent you as a thank you? Isn't she a feisty one! Any idea who's top Mungo?[/p][/quote]Yaaaaawn. Just for curiosity I clicked on a couple of the B@urnley stories - not 1 post from you Mark. OCD - Obsessed Crying Dingle[/p][/quote]OCD? Obsessed - if you say so. It's funny watching your club implode. Crying - not likely, we're top of the league mate! Dingle - and proud. Whydidtheybanme is David. An unfortunate substance abuser from Shadsworth who is permanently crying inside because: a. Burnley are top of the league, b. he can't afford shoes, and c. we.love.u.venkys is walloping his mum. we.love.u.venkys
  • Score: 3

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