Scriven, landlord, narks, neeks and herbs, muthafuckas can't hold us down.
247 signing out, rolling the joints, kicking the kicks, bringing the bant.
There was this one day once when we made dinner and it was pretty nice, the other day we once went to walkabout and got beer and burger, one other time we were going to go to dq but we only went to sainsburys then we came back home and went to bed. When I'm old, when I'm 64 I'll remember those days.
From the guys that brought you the internet, pasties from the pasty shop in the union and Claudio Ranieri. This isn't Sparta, it's 247.
Thursday, 17 June 2010
Tuesday, 15 June 2010
247 is UNDER SIEGE
HELP! THE LANDLORD HAS GONE MAD! HE CAME ROUND SAID WE WERE FILTHY BEGGARS AND THAT WE HAD TO CLEAN UP! OR HE'LL TAKE US TO COURT! HELP!
Description of Landlord:
He had foaming teeth and a black heart. He had stripy trousers and was left handed. He had children's shoes on and he wore a hat made out of bones. If you see him, watch out. HE'S MAD!
If there are any soldiers out there who received this message, please send some jaffa cakes and diet caffeine free coke to 247 Crookesmoor Road in aid of the resistance effort. Any light music would be nice also, Toploader, The Corrs etc.
P.s. when sticking it to the man don't stick it to hard or you might get hurt, at all times be responsible, your safety comes first after all.
Wednesday, 9 June 2010
CLEGG OR DIE
film review: Schindler's LIST
Leggings?
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