Whitt’s Is a wank goalkeeper who plays for Broseley youth and thinks he’s the best.
You can’t argue with him because he is always “right” like the rest of the united fans.
He rates himself like fletcher law rates Aston Villa.
He likes to get the good good from a different bird every week and cheated on his ex 3 times.
Just one clapped lonely bloke who doesn’t fit in at school.
Touch him in the football match he’ll go down like a sack of potatoes.
Cries when he plays like a sack of shit(every Sunday)

The two states of being are as a human being, or a hungry ghost. Semi-regularly you need to ask yourself which you are. Sometimes it is human. Others, alas, it is hungry ghost.

The hungry ghost seeks validity outside of themselves. Someone pining for an indifferent ex is a hungry ghost. Someone who arrives alone at 6:30 on Saturday night to a pub is probably a hungry ghost. Obsessive checking of mobile phones, chat sites or networks are clear signs that one is a hungry ghost.

The best thing to do is just stay home and ride it out. Read a book. Find some good clean fun.