Is not a council tax funded meeting place but the greatest football team in all of history, who recently beat Bolton wankers 5-0 in the semi finals of the FA cup and will go on to beat Manchester shitty city in the final. Their display on the pitch is always to premiership quality. These "fans" are seen at every match proudly wearing their red and white "whatever size" stoke shirts, scratching their perfectly plucked eyebrows wondering why Stoke are such a good team, communicating in the best way possible, singing and cheering the players on. They are known as "the loudest and proudest". They also can be heard proudly mentioning their success in 1972 of winning the League cup, a cup with great value.
A council tax funded meeting place for the less intellegent and feebleminded residents of Stoke on Trent who consider the substandard display on their pitch to be of premiership quality. These "fans" are usually seen bedecked in their red and white striped XXXL Stoke shirts, bottom lip protruding, saliva dribbling, scratching their freakishly heavy brows as they contemplate how to negotiate the turnstile whilst communicating in a series of grunts and clicks. Can be heard mentioning 1972 in every sentence, as that was the one and only time they have been successful, and that was only in the League cup, a cup without any value whatsoever.
Grunt, duh, yeah, I like "Stoke City Football Club." , 1972, nauuuughhhh, dribble flibble
A city full of inbred bastards, who all have 6 fingers. The city is also home to a small football team who’s fans who walk around in there XXXXXXL shirts eating kebabs and claiming that jack Butland is a good goal keeper despite him being shite
Ruler of Lake Titicaca. Rumored to have a bunghole that gets very angry if it does not receive toilet paper. Cornholio the Great is often seen walking around with his shirt over his head and his hands in the air, chanting songs about his power, and his bunghole.
"I am Cornholio! You do not want to face the wrath of my bunghole, for I need TP!"
Butthead: Shut up, Beavis! (uh huh huh huh)
Beavis: Um, okay. (heh heh heh heh).