Yay for you! That's 4 games out of 38. A whole tenth of the season gone! There's no hope for the rest of us! Lord Baby Jesus, help us! HELP US!
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
That's a very sophisticated device you've used on me. How to respond? How to respond!?!?!
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
If you look at that Deadpit FC team, how the hell are they in top spot? The team is shit!
*farts and burps at the same time*
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.
...I'm trying to keep up with my team, and make adjustments when necessary, but it's rough, and I still end up with more '0 points' than I'd like from players. But it's fun, and I'm actually paying attention to the premiership now, which is a good thing.
Oh, I'm a sick man. A sick man. He's been on the bench for most of the games, then as soon as I get rid of him he goes and scores a couple of goals. Same goes for ol' Mark Gonzalez. I'm sick.
__________________ Full fathom five thy father lies;
Of his bones are coral made;
Those are pearls that were his eyes:
Nothing of him that doth fade
But doth suffer a sea-change
Into something rich and strange.