See rump ranger, rear admiral, butt cowboy, fudge packer, hampster hider, chutney ferret, crooked torch, homosexualist et al.
by James March 03, 2003
Like Scottish football except better.
We can actually play... well some of us.
Liam outlines the majority of what can be said about this unbelievable spectacle. No doubt everyone in Maths during 4th period on a Monday will sit with their eyes glued to the window: albeit by Mrs. Copland for them not writing the notes!
It has more drama than all of those crap Aussie soaps added together and best of all, has the worst goalkeeper in existence... no, not Aberdeen's keeper, but the mighty Timbo. Can't catch a cold. Doesn't recognise a foul. Doesn't understand that a shot which goes in between the posts (which are beautifully constructed with bags and tend to be 2 ft wide), under the (imaginary) crossbar and over the line.. counts as a fecking goal.
Scott likes to whine and cry as he goes out first round every week thanks to dubious penalties awarded by Timbo against him (which happen to be the only penalties awarded by Timbo. Ever.)
Chuchter likes to whine and cry too yet is inaudible as he is an inbred farmer that no-one can make out a word he says so everyone takes it as speech of unimportance and carries on regardless.
Then there's Nick K. Poaching bastard!
Everyone else is fine and have been explained, again by Liam, above.
We can actually play... well some of us.
Liam outlines the majority of what can be said about this unbelievable spectacle. No doubt everyone in Maths during 4th period on a Monday will sit with their eyes glued to the window: albeit by Mrs. Copland for them not writing the notes!
It has more drama than all of those crap Aussie soaps added together and best of all, has the worst goalkeeper in existence... no, not Aberdeen's keeper, but the mighty Timbo. Can't catch a cold. Doesn't recognise a foul. Doesn't understand that a shot which goes in between the posts (which are beautifully constructed with bags and tend to be 2 ft wide), under the (imaginary) crossbar and over the line.. counts as a fecking goal.
Scott likes to whine and cry as he goes out first round every week thanks to dubious penalties awarded by Timbo against him (which happen to be the only penalties awarded by Timbo. Ever.)
Chuchter likes to whine and cry too yet is inaudible as he is an inbred farmer that no-one can make out a word he says so everyone takes it as speech of unimportance and carries on regardless.
Then there's Nick K. Poaching bastard!
Everyone else is fine and have been explained, again by Liam, above.
Monday cuppy has been cancelled for the first time. Ever! This occurs/occured (depends when you're reading this) on the 14th of March 2005. Reason: shitty guidance having S.E. then instead of Friday. Arseholes.
by James March 13, 2005
The home town of crazed nobody adam. The only one who thinks palace are a proper team of footballers.
Adam "Do u want to come to swanley?"
Other "No i will get mugged and might think palace are slightly good2
Other "No i will get mugged and might think palace are slightly good2
by James December 14, 2004
a chinese person who acts or thinks he is black. Pretty much the same as a wigger but a chinese person instead of a white person.
"yo my homies" -chinese's person talkin
"yo dawg"-chinese's person
(sorry could not come up with an example and they make you
"yo dawg"-chinese's person
(sorry could not come up with an example and they make you
by James December 23, 2004
I was mad at Jill for making me wait so long, so when I finally got the ass, I put that bitch in a half nelson.
by James June 17, 2006
It's a feeling you can never understand until you experience it. It is a constant pain and discomfort that you struggle with all day. It is a sickness in your stomach and a knot in your throat. It is when eating becomes a battle to swallow and falling asleep becomes inconceivable. It is unrequited love. It is the loss of someone you love. It feels like you lost apart of who you are. You fight with yourself, trying to convince yourself you are fine. It's a constant swing in your emotions. Some moment are better than others. Sometimes you think it is almost over, but then, just as suddenly you are overwhelmed with a paralyzing pain that forces you stop and rest for a moment. You are always thinking about the other person. Imagining how happy they are, while you are barely hanging on. You think about how they have forgotten about you... How could it have been so easy for them. How could they have said they cared about you, but moved on you so effortlessly. You wonder, "how could you do this... How could you say you care about me and be so careless with your words and actions?" Soon these thoughts turn to anger. Anger that you use to get you through the day. Anger is what blocks out the saddness. Hate is the only escape from the saddness you are overwhelmed by. Unfortunately, the hate is only temporary. When it eats away at you until there is nothing left, you are back to where you started. Thinking about them, and how alone you are. Now you are left to cry, either on the inside or out, and making promises to yourself that you will never let this happen again.
She was reckless with her words... Part of you thinks she said was she said, and did what she did, because she loved what you gave her. She did what she had to do to make sure you kept giving her love... even if that ment building you up and leaving you heart broken.
by James January 24, 2007
by james October 25, 2004