Saw this on a Leeds Board. Do we feel sorry for him?
what a fooking weekend I got a phone call at work from a couple of lads I go to football with saying they had a spare ticket if I fancied it but they were going down that day (friday) so I go home throw a few things together left my car at work and was picked up outside work at 2:00pm.
Now if the kopster has ever made any mistakes before this was a fooking big one borrowed £200 from work one of the lads I go with doesn't drink and never as so the driving is all down to him plus he had arranged digs in poole dorset so the party started on the way down stopped at a off licence on the way and sorted our liquid lunch for the journey.
Friday was swimming good laugh although with nothing to eat all day and a gallon of stella my eyes were starting to go although things were going great having a good laugh. My leather trousers were a bit sweaty though with five of us in a fiat. gets to poole throws our stuff in a our digs which were great looked like the moths had eaten the fooking quilts. Anyway fook the digs we were going to have a good laugh and wasn't bothered where we were staying which friday was a good night too good in fact, got back to the digs I think about 12ish absolutley gone couldn't see just crashed down and was still worse for wear on the saturday.
Saturday this is where my nightmare begins I've spent well over £100 by now and was been a bit cautious as I always like to have enough at least for the train home if we get split up. so I didn't have a great deal to drink in the afternoon, Anyway to cut a very long tiring story short goes to the ground and a little snotty nosed sh*t who must have been 20 if that decides to tell me they have been told that anyone worse for wear is not allowed in and had to contact the nearest occifer well the little sh*t did and we were told we couldn't go in for our safety something to do with fooking scaffolding. Anyway I've paid near on £200 to sit in a bar in brighton so a Aussie fooker can relay false fooking scores to us every fooking twenty mins although my other three mates went in and they were texting us commentry.
Got to go get the car now from work and take mrs Koppy shopping, now that is going to cost me. :?-?-?-?-?-?-(
what a fooking weekend I got a phone call at work from a couple of lads I go to football with saying they had a spare ticket if I fancied it but they were going down that day (friday) so I go home throw a few things together left my car at work and was picked up outside work at 2:00pm.
Now if the kopster has ever made any mistakes before this was a fooking big one borrowed £200 from work one of the lads I go with doesn't drink and never as so the driving is all down to him plus he had arranged digs in poole dorset so the party started on the way down stopped at a off licence on the way and sorted our liquid lunch for the journey.
Friday was swimming good laugh although with nothing to eat all day and a gallon of stella my eyes were starting to go although things were going great having a good laugh. My leather trousers were a bit sweaty though with five of us in a fiat. gets to poole throws our stuff in a our digs which were great looked like the moths had eaten the fooking quilts. Anyway fook the digs we were going to have a good laugh and wasn't bothered where we were staying which friday was a good night too good in fact, got back to the digs I think about 12ish absolutley gone couldn't see just crashed down and was still worse for wear on the saturday.
Saturday this is where my nightmare begins I've spent well over £100 by now and was been a bit cautious as I always like to have enough at least for the train home if we get split up. so I didn't have a great deal to drink in the afternoon, Anyway to cut a very long tiring story short goes to the ground and a little snotty nosed sh*t who must have been 20 if that decides to tell me they have been told that anyone worse for wear is not allowed in and had to contact the nearest occifer well the little sh*t did and we were told we couldn't go in for our safety something to do with fooking scaffolding. Anyway I've paid near on £200 to sit in a bar in brighton so a Aussie fooker can relay false fooking scores to us every fooking twenty mins although my other three mates went in and they were texting us commentry.
Got to go get the car now from work and take mrs Koppy shopping, now that is going to cost me. :?-
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