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lul.

If you don't like it, stop being poor. Simple as.

He'll play brilliantly with Skacel if we sign him too.

IMEI blocked phones are bricks. Your only option would be to sell it abroad where the blacklist isn't in place.

I thought he signed for Man City weeks ago. Weird!

I thought she was going to die or get at least injured. How boring.

A seagul if you feed it alka seltzers.

Do you have the iphone simplicity tariff, or just the simplicity tariff Ponty? If just the simplicity - that maybe why. I only found out posting this thread that there was an iphone simplicity tariff. I'm not even sure what Visual Voicemail is - doesn't sound worth the cost difference, let alone the fewer texts and minutes! I missed that one Ess, but I'm still on contract so wouldn't have opted for that anyway I don't think. I don't use 3g much as signal in South East is a bit rubbish, and I work in an office a fair bit. Bastards nonetheless though.

I'm currently coming to the end of my 18 month contract which I took out on a Nokia N97. Shortly after getting it I realised it was crap and the worst purchase I ever made. I bought the iPhone which is the best purchase I have ever made. I've been intending to take out a simplicity contract costing me about £20 a month for everything I could ever desire. What are the actual benefits of taking out an iPhone tarriff? For £20 on iphone simplicity 12 month I get 600 minutes, unlimited texts, wifi and 3g. Or for £35 on an iphone contract I get 600 minutes, 500 texts, unlimited wifi and 3g. Am I missing something here? http://shop.o2.co.uk/tariffs/simplicity/iphone/12_months https://www.o2.co.uk/apps/help/help?qid=29&q1=21

Best player I've seen who has stood out was Robben. He's a quality footballer and an absolute work horse, which is unusual to find in a footballer these days. Should have scored last night and I'd be up £50

I'm absolutely speechless. This is f*cking hilarious I love how we've gone from Raoul Moat to - Moaty

I had a very messy one the other week which involved me telling a bouncer that he was a bald headed c*nt. He then proceeded to chase me for about 800 meters. I locked myself in my car and fell asleep aparently whilst he was stood outside my car swearing everything under the sun at me. My cars got a couple of dents which I suspect weren't there before, could have been though tbf. My friends then spent 2 hours trying to get me out of the car. At some stage they did, I went into my friends house and threw up everywhere including over his girlfriends clothes. He put me to bed. Woke up the next day at 2PM surrounded by sick, in my friends room with no one else in there. I'd forced everyone else to sleep in the lounge because they couldn't stop me throwing up. I had no recollection of what had happened the night before, then I found my phone and it was full of voicemails of people phoning me whilst in the car trying to get me to wake up with some bloke in the background (the bouncer) shouting YEAH AND YOU'RE A ****ING C*NT MATE. *shudder*

Bellend. I think they need to get the Army involved. The police have had a week to find the c*nt - need to get on and finish him off now.

Oh, and my first Christmas doo with work. Was told that the boss literally paid for everything that evening. So I set out to drink as much as I possibly could. The plan was to go to a really posh restraunt for a meal, then go to the bars and clubs. Think I drank about 8 pints of stella in an hour. I was 16. Got up, threw up all over the table and food of the people next to us. Toilets were upstairs - started to make my way there. Threw up all the way to the doors leading upstairs. Threw up going up the stairs. Fell over in the loos. Threw up all over the floor in the loos. Then threw up all over myself. Locked myself in a cubicle. Was so drunk and embarrased that I proceeded to dab the sick off of me using toilet paper and water from the toilet. I think a lot about how many poos people have probably flushed down that toilet, and how my face had water splashed on in from the same toilet. Lovely. I'm so proud to be British. Shortly followed by: Me: Mum, please come and collect me. Mum: But it's only half past 10?

I remember when I was about 16 being called a juvenile c*nt by an OAP, so naturally one of my mates chucked a beer can at him. He got in his Citroen Picasso (naturally) and drove after us up a country lane at about 80mph. I jumped over a barbed wire fence and have a number of scars still left to prove it. Missed my manhood by about 1cm. Not sure how no one died that day. Was well funny though. We went back an hour later and my friend peed in his empty milk bottles. TBF his juvenile c*nt comment was very harsh - we were just walking up the road talking - even trying to keep the noise down because it was a residential area.

Personally I think this is just the start of things and we have a far, far worst recession than anyone could possibly think of in the mist.

They stabbed you....in the bolllocks? That's a bit below the belt.

LOL You sir, are a legend.

I suspect a story to the Sun about how you enticed Mr Moat by cocopops and then proceeded to shoot him and boil his head would be worth more than 10k.

One word. CCTV.

What would you do if he turned up at your house? I'd probably invite him in. Warm to him by offering him ****tails and coco pops. Wow him with my amazing charm. Then shoot him in the face, cut his head off and boil it.

I woke up with no recollection of where I'd been the night before or how I got home. Took me about 3 days to find my car. May possibly have been drugged. Fortunately my bum didn't hurt so I think it's unlikely.

We were still sh*t.

I'd rather hold onto Lambert and make no signings tbh.

Paddy's wife has never had an orgasm, so they decide to go see a doctor to find out why. After a number of tests, the doctor suggests Paddy's wife may be over heating during sex and recommends they buy a fan for the bedroom. Paddy refuses to buy a fan and decides to get his mate round to waft a towel on them during sex. After about 20 mins of wafting and still no orgasm, his friend suggests a swap. "I'll **** her, you waft the towel" he says. Paddy agrees and within seconds Paddy's wife is screaming in pleasure and has the best orgasm ever. Paddy pats his mate on the back and says "....and that my old son, is how you waft a f*cking towel!"