One of my favourite songs

Fecking ace.

Can't see a link. What is it - Silent Night?

Pile of shite, get a life nobhead instead of listening to obscure songs and writing drivel on FB. Have you thought of joining the new group on there "Im thinking of getting off my arse and getting a job"

villanfromluton wrote:Pile of shite, get a life nobhead instead of listening to obscure songs and writing drivel on FB. Have you thought of joining the new group on there "Im thinking of getting off my arse and getting a job"

Who pissed in your cornflakes, fatty?

So, what is the song then?

Ezekiel 25:17 wrote:

villanfromluton wrote:Pile of shite, get a life nobhead instead of listening to obscure songs and writing drivel on FB. Have you thought of joining the new group on there "Im thinking of getting off my arse and getting a job"

Who pissed in your cornflakes, fatty?

I dont get time to have cornflakes, unlike some lazy fcekers

Ask a civil question & get ignored, it seems.
SO, WHAT IS THE FECKING SONG THEN?????

I was watching the football.
Trains by Porcupine Tree.

villanfromluton wrote:

Ezekiel 25:17 wrote:

villanfromluton wrote:Pile of shite, get a life nobhead instead of listening to obscure songs and writing drivel on FB. Have you thought of joining the new group on there "Im thinking of getting off my arse and getting a job"

Who pissed in your cornflakes, fatty?

I dont get time to have cornflakes, unlike some lazy fcekers

Frosties all the way.

Nah, don't like it.

You call that music...?

holy cow, what a pile of shite that is.

Have you seen him on facebook this week? He's travelled to Romania to visit some poor unfortunates.Highly commendable IMO.
Mind you it says something about the state of Clacton when you have to travel thousands of miles to feel better about yourself

Who nose what he's getting up to?

Yes its apparently so difficult that he is off to the black sea to chill on a beach. Also I noticed all those mud huts had satellites, so much for his theory on no electric.

And everytime I put a perfectly good joke on his statuses, he deletes them. No sense of humour some people

He'll be in Rumania learning how to be a real gypsy - they probably give out gypsy certificates once he's passed all his tests.

One of the tests being how to steal a certificate.....

Avfc_4eva_Sotc wrote:Yes its apparently so difficult that he is off to the black sea to chill on a beach. Also I noticed all those mud huts had satellites, so much for his theory on no electric.

And everytime I put a perfectly good joke on his statuses, he deletes them. No sense of humour some people

I'll have to check if he deleted my Essex based joke when i get home

Avfc_4eva_Sotc wrote:Yes its apparently so difficult that he is off to the black sea to chill on a beach. Also I noticed all those mud huts had satellites, so much for his theory on no electric.

And everytime I put a perfectly good joke on his statuses, he deletes them. No sense of humour some people

Seems a bit of a trait with the hammers fans abroad, I made a perfectly reasonable comment to our Finnish friend and he had a strop about it

villanfromluton wrote:

Avfc_4eva_Sotc wrote:Yes its apparently so difficult that he is off to the black sea to chill on a beach. Also I noticed all those mud huts had satellites, so much for his theory on no electric.

And everytime I put a perfectly good joke on his statuses, he deletes them. No sense of humour some people

Seems a bit of a trait with the hammers fans abroad, I made a perfectly reasonable comment to our Finnish friend and he had a strop about it

I concur

jpr60 wrote:He'll be in Rumania learning how to be a real gypsy - they probably give out gypsy certificates once he's passed all his tests.

While in Constanta, we had to be snuck out of the kitchen of a restaurant we were at because the waiting staff overheard gypsies planning to rob us.

Ezekiel 25:17 wrote:

jpr60 wrote:He'll be in Rumania learning how to be a real gypsy - they probably give out gypsy certificates once he's passed all his tests.

While in Constanta, we had to be snuck out of the kitchen of a restaurant we were at because the waiting staff overheard gypsies planning to rob us.

Did you say hello to the family?