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Ah, man. This is happening.

Imagine being even smaller-time than sunderland, man. That's them. The missus dragged me down there once. Dear me, the sky is purple, the dwellers are like something out of one of The Wrong Turn films, limping around in their filth. Post-apocalyptic stuff, man. Never again.

I don't mind taking my annual tenner from the mackem at work after we somehow fluked this again. Every year he has to visit the bank in the morning and there's a queue of us waiting with our hands out. Bless him, he coughs up like a lamb. I'll be vaguely embarrassed, like.

frpm? Fingers too fat? Shape up, man.

Morning, J. Today looks like a shitfest. Hull and us. Fucking hell. Sorry for the pre-watershed swearing, but I'm on the edge here. I don't want us down, it would be awful in the long term, we'd not get back up or get rid of fat Mike. I'm kinda hoping he'll take his millions from the TV bonanza and say fuck it, but why would he? We're up shit creek here. In a barbed-wire canoe without a paddle. FFS. I think we have more options if we stay up. He can bank the TV money and take it to pay off his loan, which should allow A N Other to buy the club at the going rate. Oh, actually, he'll just keep milking it, won't he? He'll aim for 17th every year. I should get some sleep before today happens.

FFS, just speak to her. She should understand how much it means. Mine has finally got it. Buy her a frock or something, a pair of shoes. They like flounces too. Fuck's sake, that shouldn't be a dealbreaker. You can't tell me she hasn't been out on the lash with her mates and left you holding the fort. And beat those scabby Londoners, please. Man, 16 years, she's probably noticed the Villa thing by now, I expect. Lie to her and say she's more important, but this is a one-off. They love that.

The fat fuck is a big-time gambler. He rolled the dice - if it comes up, he wins. If not, what the fuck, it doesn't matter. That is how much he cares. He's raking it in anyway. We are worthless nothings in his egotistical world. JFC, how did it come to this? We're not even an afterthought any more. Not even a thought, probably. He's destroyed us.

We actually don't have to get something this time though, luckily enough for the complete cowards and simpletons involved in our club. Aye, true. I'll cling to that.

Ask the bastard dog that caught him. Had to rush him to the vet but he was too badly hurt. That was a shit holiday weekend.

Well, the stars are aligning. My brother-in-law's coming up to visit. The last time he came was the Spring Bank Holiday weekend 6 years ago, when Hull played Manchester United and Sunderland played Chelsea, and we were "fighting" relegation and had to get something in the last game of the season. One of our cats didn't survive that weekend. Fucking spiffing.

The football bit's been toxic and divisive for quite some time, and I tend to avoid it tbh. I'm really only replying to applaud the invention of the word "fucklong", of which I innately know the meaning somehow. Well played. The Chat board's much less angst-ridden.

What do you do for a living again? 1/10

Just went to give this a listen but it's not available for some reason. Every other date is but not this one. Radio Newcastle trying to silence the uprising? Nah, still works for me.

Do you still think another club will spot you and you will have the choice? Fair play, man, keep that dream alive. Nice semi-colon, btw; not enough of them around. I chuck a few in at work but nobody gives a fuck. Englishers, eh?

Love how you don't rise to their absolute blatant attempts to provoke you LFEE Sick to death of them asking "Well who would YOU have got in January" The money we REFUSED to pay in January for Remi Garde's backroom staff would have been millions cheaper than the money we have lost by falling from the top half to 17th. And it will be over £100 million if we are relegated. Pack of c***s, the lot of them. Hoyed it on when I got in from work just as background really and didn't know it was one of us until the end. Was going "yeah" all the way through, like, as I disrobed and didn't listen to the missus's story of her day. I did re-robe btw. I do that sometimes. Neighbours, man, they're so petty about that sort of thing.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p02q7rg3#auto 19:35

:lol: Clever.

Wait. What? This sounds like positivity. I haven't experienced it for a long time. What's it like, again? I'm so jealous. Enjoy your ride, man. Rooting for you.

Agree. Horrific. Take that off man.

Is that a threat?

I have so many replies in my mind.

Thst's OK in my book. But please stop now.

Wait, what? When was that ever "cool"?