What made you swear today?

*runs for the cliffs* fukkin phone…… :x

^^cunt :twisted: :wink: I cant see why they are STILL texting me! If my team had just had their best ever victory I would be celebrating with my gooner friends. But they are a defect in society are our yid fans. Ive always said this and stand by it.

THEY HATE ARSENAL MORE THAN THEY LOVE THEIR OWN TEAM(where is the psychology in that then?)

saddos :evil:

300 quid worth of phone is going down the bog in a minute

F*cking Cramps!!!
:x :x :x :x

The dopey Retard called ukchathost

she never forgot a thing,My friend.
the parties over,the future mends,
and yeah the Piper Must be paid,
and memories then,will never fade.

and christmas came,as christmas does,
passes over with no fuss.
and then new year,with NO phone call
“from us ti you lets have a ball”

and the weekends have been bare, wee lamb.
no more weekenders,I miss ye maam.
of lives unjust,no miracles granted.
then come the Monday,how we ranted.!

a day went by,she was not here,
a promise we made,to get outta fear.
the days,then weeks all silenced with refrain.
the worry from me as i SUssed that “pain” .

I knew something was amiss,as i missed that kiss.
i missed the laughter,and mornings after..
My letters and missives,i knew NOT were read.
of being soo alive,yet hopelessly dead.

and no reply came,dear pal of my dreams.
and unbeknown,planner in “our” schemes.:)
your silence,while deafening,was somewhat profound,
I cursed you,! thinking..id forgotten MY round.! ;)

Then i heard you were ill,of a serious kind,
I rushed down there,with intentions in mind…
of cheering ye up and making you all ” better!”
of somehow saving you,for “us” and in fine fetter.

ya fell asleep ya daft malt,as i sat on a train.
My journey down south,was almost in vain.
but HOW could i have left ya,in a final goodbye ?
I saw ye at peace,as i tried not to cry.

and ya smiled :)

x