This one just cracked me up there:
‘I am only 25, and, as a target man, they say it is not until you are 28 that you begin to reach your prime’ - Watford’s Darius Henderson
Obviously he needs a bit of time to grow up. He’s a late bloomer
In other countries they treat idols differently and I am an idol in Germany. This may sound a little cocky but after Franz Beckenbauer I am the second most famous German soccer personality around the world. Germany should be ashamed of the way it treats such an idol.
Lothar Matthaeus at a loss to modestly understand why he cant get a managerial job at a German club.
[quote=“Bandage”]This one just cracked me up there:
‘I am only 25, and, as a target man, they say it is not until you are 28 that you begin to reach your prime’ - Watford’s Darius Henderson[/quote]
Bandage was easily cracked up back then
[quote=“Bandage”]This one just cracked me up there:
‘I am only 25, and, as a target man, they say it is not until you are 28 that you begin to reach your prime’ - Watford’s Darius Henderson[/quote]
He’s about to have his break out year next year so. Money down lads, top scorer.
Javier Clemente’s ‘if Luis Enrique was a woman I’d marry him’ quote is legendary.
Walt Kawalski
Yeah? I blow a hole in your face and then I go in the house, and I sleep like a baby. You can count on that. We used to stack fucks like you five feet high in Korea; use ya for sandbags.
Heard an interview with English heavyweight boxer Danny Williams the other day who announced he’s retiring after his next fight.
He went “I can safely say this will be the last time the ring announcer announces the name ‘Danny Williams’…unless another boxer called Danny Williams comes on the scene…then the ring announcer will announce the name Danny Williams but it won’t be me…because it would be a different Danny Williams…”
I laughed anyway.
Here was a converastion that took place on the wee hours of Sunday morning chez Bandage, Jugs and Clarkey [Bandage was confronting Jugs in the hall, Clarkey was in bed]:
Bandage: What the fook is a PUK?
Jugs: It’s a number you have to put in when you’ve entered your PIN wrong 3 times.
Bandage: What’s my PUK?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Bandage: How the fook do I find out?
Jugs: It comes on a piece of paper when you get your phone?
Bandage: And where’s the piece of paper?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Banage: You’re some coont. You’re after costing me sex. What did you do?
Jugs: Fooking nothing. I put in my SIM card and then took it out and put yours in. You obviously put your PIN in wrong.
Bandage: What the fook is my PUK?
Jugs: I don’t fooking know.
Bandage: How do I find out?
Jugs: It’s on the piece of paper or go onto O2.ie.
Bandage: You’re a fooking coont. Do you have her number?
Jugs: Think I do. There’s an “Elaine” anyway.
Bandage: What time is it?
Jugs: Quarter to five.
Bandage: Well there’s no fooking point now. I need my PUK, fooking PIK, my fooking POK. You’re some coont.
And off they went, their separate ways as I giggled away in my room.
[quote=“ClarkeyCat”]Here was a converastion that took place on the wee hours of Sunday morning chez Bandage, Jugs and Clarkey [Bandage was confronting Jugs in the hall, Clarkey was in bed]:
Bandage: What the fook is a PUK?
Jugs: It’s a number you have to put in when you’ve entered your PIN wrong 3 times.
Bandage: What’s my PUK?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Bandage: How the fook do I find out?
Jugs: It comes on a piece of paper when you get your phone?
Bandage: And where’s the piece of paper?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Banage: You’re some coont. You’re after costing me sex. What did you do?
Jugs: Fooking nothing. I put in my SIM card and then took it out and put yours in. You obviously put your PIN in wrong.
Bandage: What the fook is my PUK?
Jugs: I don’t fooking know.
Bandage: How do I find out?
Jugs: It’s on the piece of paper or go onto O2.ie.
Bandage: You’re a fooking coont. Do you have her number?
Jugs: Think I do. There’s an “Elaine” anyway.
Bandage: What time is it?
Jugs: Quarter to five.
Bandage: Well there’s no fooking point now. I need my PUK, fooking PIK, my fooking POK. You’re some coont.
And off they went, their separate ways as I giggled away in my room.[/quote]
Poor ol Bandage, no PUK or no fuck.
[quote=“ClarkeyCat”]Here was a converastion that took place on the wee hours of Sunday morning chez Bandage, Jugs and Clarkey [Bandage was confronting Jugs in the hall, Clarkey was in bed]:
Bandage: What the fook is a PUK?
Jugs: It’s a number you have to put in when you’ve entered your PIN wrong 3 times.
Bandage: What’s my PUK?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Bandage: How the fook do I find out?
Jugs: It comes on a piece of paper when you get your phone?
Bandage: And where’s the piece of paper?
Jugs: How the fook would I know?
Banage: You’re some coont. You’re after costing me sex. What did you do?
Jugs: Fooking nothing. I put in my SIM card and then took it out and put yours in. You obviously put your PIN in wrong.
Bandage: What the fook is my PUK?
Jugs: I don’t fooking know.
Bandage: How do I find out?
Jugs: It’s on the piece of paper or go onto O2.ie.
Bandage: You’re a fooking coont. Do you have her number?
Jugs: Think I do. There’s an “Elaine” anyway.
Bandage: What time is it?
Jugs: Quarter to five.
Bandage: Well there’s no fooking point now. I need my PUK, fooking PIK, my fooking POK. You’re some coont.
And off they went, their separate ways as I giggled away in my room.[/quote]
Bandage rings sex lines
ah lovely.
I’m stunned by the publication of these quotes and plead for my privacy to be respected as I come to terms with matters.
Thats comedy gold right there.
It’s better live. Both of those gimps are from Wexford and speak about 6 words/min.
Whhhhhaaaaattttt tttthhhhheeee fffffooooookkkk is my PPPPUUUUUKKKK like?
Also, the same conversation was repeated about 4 times before Bandage stomped off.
[quote=“ClarkeyCat”]It’s better live. Both of those gimps are from Wexford and speak about 6 words/min.
Whhhhhaaaaattttt tttthhhhheeee fffffooooookkkk is my PPPPUUUUUKKKK like?
Also, the same conversation was repeated about 4 times before Bandage stomped off.[/quote]
Musta been quare bad I’d say.
After sleeping on it, and with the value of hindsight, I concluded that Jugs helped me to see the error of my ways and how I wasn’t being fair to the girl in question. 4 or 5 months since I’ve known her, my phone played up and the only part of her number I would have known off by heart was the ‘08’ at the start. That confirmed to me that my heart wasn’t really in it so I’ll ignore her from now on if I can line up a regular herbie hide elsewhere. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do.
It’s ok Bandage. You are cut up about not getting to see her on Saturday, and are worried that she may take your lack of contact badly. You don’t have to hide it behind a ‘couldn’t give a shit’ persona. You’re are human after all.
FRANK COSTELLOE:
‘I don’t want to be a product of my environment. I want my environment to be a product of me. Years ago we had the church. That was only a way of saying - we had each other. The Knights of Columbus were real head-breakers; true guineas. They took over their piece of the city. Twenty years after an Irishman couldn’t get a fucking job, we had the presidency. May he rest in peace. That’s what the niggers don’t realize. If I got one thing against the black chappies, it’s this - no one gives it to you. You have to take it’
fucking quality!!