i remember some russians(i think?) threw a bannana at Roberto Carlos..fukking c*nts!
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Russia is even worst. The one club called zenit don't sign black or african players even though they have axel witsel whos half black on the team and hulk.
Russia is even worst. The one club called zenit don't sign black or african players even though they have axel witsel whos half black on the team and hulk.
Funny thing is, Witsel sees himself as black but Zenit fans are like
it' s ok he's only half It's weird but I've never heard the Brazilians talk too much about race.
Funny thing is, Witsel sees himself as black but Zenit fans are like
It's weird but I've never heard the Brazilians talk too much about race.
It's weird that you can have a population of skin tone ranging from Ramires to Oscar without any discussion about it.
@horse. kills @Don Rhymus @Hollister y'all might've talked about this before, but is race in Brazil not a big issue?
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Sit yourself down lad, i'll take over from here.Can't wait to make the Official CL final thread tomorrow
Grams
Grams Grands Gucci G'd Up
Breh I've done it since the beginning of this website. You don't even post here
I said sit down.Breh I've done it since the beginning of this website. You don't even post here
You're not needed. Now away with you, go brush up on your pulling skills or something.
Grams
Grams Grands Gucci G'd Up
Ok sknI said sit down.
You're not needed. Now away with you, go brush up on your pulling skills or something.
My friends, as i sit in front of my laptop in my halls of residence, in a room that resembles a shoebox, drinking 1 day out-of-date milk straight from the carton, i prepare to deliver a message of hope.
As some of you may remember, i was in a relationship, a tumultuous relationship to say the least. But you know the story so i won't regale you with that.
Now...that relationship ended, i won't say why or how, it wasn't anything spectacular or juicy tbf.
It would be fair to say i did not want that end, i loved this girl more than life itself. Some would say too much, to the point of toxicity. I was addicted to her very essence, and the pain i felt when it came to its bloody end was almost too much to bare. I shed many a tear, i am not afraid or ashamed to say.
I plumbed such depths that i was advised by many to seek help. I have buried myself in alcohol and coated myself in the putrid juices of many a girl. But when the alcohol wore off, when the sex was over, a sadness would come over me again and i would be unable to function, to live. The alcohol was not my relationship and the girls were not her.
As the days have worn on, as the tears have flown i've found no comfort in anything.
During our relationship i was settled, i had no real need to assess or think about my SWAG LEVELS, but suffice to say they were not as high as always, after all they didn't need to be.
But yesterday i had this stirring within me, i didn't know what it was, i was still as sad as ever. It was like a bright light trying to break through a sea of darkness, the lighthouse in the distance if you will. But it was too far away for me to see it.
Anyway i went out with my friends and drank...but something was different, i wasn't drinking to numb the pain and forget, i was drinking to remember, remember what i didn't know. But all of a sudden, a few drinks in i had this feeling, it was as though i was possessed by the holy ghost. I could literally feel the swag returning to my body, it was a genuine, tangible feeling.
Brehs
No seriously...BREHS
I was on FIRE. I could not be stopped. Me and my friend who isn't too bad at the old pulling himself...we took over that club, it was ours
We walked with reckless abandon and took who we wanted. A legendary night.
Then this morning i woke...and the sadness was gone. The hole inside me was no longer there. I don't know what's going on but i'm fine. And as i sit, simultaneously texting 5 girls arranging when to meet and likely fukk them, i thank the lord for giving me this gift. The gift of peace.
Oh and my ex is texting and phoning me
Mates, i know break ups can be bad, especially when you love them, but there is hope. But i'm sure many of you already know this. But this was my time, my time to see and realise. I will tell my grandkids of this day when some bytch is giving them the run around.
It really does get better
And friends i am about to fukk my way through this university with no care for any slag or whore
Summary: Broke up with the bytch, it sucked, i'm cool now
As some of you may remember, i was in a relationship, a tumultuous relationship to say the least. But you know the story so i won't regale you with that.
Now...that relationship ended, i won't say why or how, it wasn't anything spectacular or juicy tbf.
It would be fair to say i did not want that end, i loved this girl more than life itself. Some would say too much, to the point of toxicity. I was addicted to her very essence, and the pain i felt when it came to its bloody end was almost too much to bare. I shed many a tear, i am not afraid or ashamed to say.
I plumbed such depths that i was advised by many to seek help. I have buried myself in alcohol and coated myself in the putrid juices of many a girl. But when the alcohol wore off, when the sex was over, a sadness would come over me again and i would be unable to function, to live. The alcohol was not my relationship and the girls were not her.
As the days have worn on, as the tears have flown i've found no comfort in anything.
During our relationship i was settled, i had no real need to assess or think about my SWAG LEVELS, but suffice to say they were not as high as always, after all they didn't need to be.
But yesterday i had this stirring within me, i didn't know what it was, i was still as sad as ever. It was like a bright light trying to break through a sea of darkness, the lighthouse in the distance if you will. But it was too far away for me to see it.
Anyway i went out with my friends and drank...but something was different, i wasn't drinking to numb the pain and forget, i was drinking to remember, remember what i didn't know. But all of a sudden, a few drinks in i had this feeling, it was as though i was possessed by the holy ghost. I could literally feel the swag returning to my body, it was a genuine, tangible feeling.
Brehs
No seriously...BREHS
I was on FIRE. I could not be stopped. Me and my friend who isn't too bad at the old pulling himself...we took over that club, it was ours
We walked with reckless abandon and took who we wanted. A legendary night.
Then this morning i woke...and the sadness was gone. The hole inside me was no longer there. I don't know what's going on but i'm fine. And as i sit, simultaneously texting 5 girls arranging when to meet and likely fukk them, i thank the lord for giving me this gift. The gift of peace.
Oh and my ex is texting and phoning me
Mates, i know break ups can be bad, especially when you love them, but there is hope. But i'm sure many of you already know this. But this was my time, my time to see and realise. I will tell my grandkids of this day when some bytch is giving them the run around.
It really does get better
And friends i am about to fukk my way through this university with no care for any slag or whore
Summary: Broke up with the bytch, it sucked, i'm cool now
Not arsed, just venting really.
Now i'm gonna watch some quality football before going to fukk a random bytch later
Black Nate Grey
The God Emperor of Mankind
La Decima is coming I can feel it
When i was trying to get back with my ex i was asking her when she's next off work and asking, well begging, her to meet me then so we could talk. She said no.
She just text saying "I know my next day off..."
I hit her with the "Can i help you with something? :s"
I got back "
"
Oh it felt good
She just text saying "I know my next day off..."
I hit her with the "Can i help you with something? :s"
I got back "
"Oh it felt good
All Knowledge
Speak up...
Anybody got a streaming link for the Real v Bayern game happening now? Roja is down 