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Oh yeah good point. On topic what I do nowadays is clap clap for the entire 90 minutes to make sure i don't miss any of the minute applauses. I don't want people singing No Respect, M'Lord at me.

I'll send you a sample!

I had a dream bout her the other day. It was very vivid! I reckon i was visited by her sexy ghost or something, I totally woke up covered in sticky white ectoplasm.

The bookies have got us pretty strong favourites ain't it. 11-10 for the Saints win, Newcastle out at 12-5.

Whether you meant it or not Kelvin I reckon the analogy stands up pretty well. I can totally see Cortese hanging around outside local businesses trying to shift Gateway tickets in the Northam. Before they know it they end up embezzling funds from the pension scheme to get a fix of Corporate.

They only used to sell out then cos our chairman was so popular

I was in the queue that day when old man crump "marched right to the front to demand a refund". The delay put me over my 15 minutes and I got a parking charge. Ironic!

Cheers! I knew someone on here would have tried it.

If one exclusively drunk one's own wee, would one's wee that one subsequently wee'd be double strength wee?

Don't try me too high Milton! Lot of work went into ur statue and you're mugging me off like it don't even exist!

Done and done! I've taken a few liberties with your bio tho homie, you know how it goes, I edit you, Bletch edits me, God edits Bletch.

Nice work tokyos! You need to compare him to a tv character tho!

I reckon there's a special bonus at the moment for locking/moving threads. Half the threads on the Main Board is locked or moved.

I'm running a book on the mystery injured man. You can get anyone at 8-1. No Pilch allowed. All proceeds to PST

Cheers bro. Write me a bio for one of them could ya? Just Mikes is the only mod what ever talks to me, the others keep me arms length so I don't feel qualified to lampoon them.

That's skint ain't it? There's definitely another tho. Oooh what's the cvnts name?

Word? Why is the cvnt always fracting me then! Impersonating a mod!

Interesting! I also feel like I'm missing one or two. Theres a couple of mods who don't ever come on here (that's the best kind of mod tbf)

Note: This poll is not open for votes until 1st December. Please help out the Mod Of The Year admin team by providing a short bio piece for each mod as per the one I've done for Justmikes below. Baj Contrary to popular belief Baj is neither Indian nor founder member of the British Association of Jockstraps. BAJ derives his name from his real-life initials, demonstrating a lack of originality that pervades most of his posts. Growing up in Chandler's Ford young BAJ first gained an interest in saints when Alexsey Cherednik awarded him a rosette for playing Sensible Soccer. Once a prolific infracter, he is now the absent dad of the main board and holds only a minority interest in Saintsweb. He's more interested in starting a Kasabian tribute band. His manifest failures have made him bitter, and on his rare visits now he is easily provoked to hand out fractions for the most minor offences. Even a misplaced joke about a keyboard for sale can result in a hefty ban from The Baj. This is why Tokyo-Saint (RIP) was extemely foolish to mug him off writing this bio. If he were a TV character: David Hasselhoff. No one wants to hear you sing, fvvck off! Best fractions/bans: No datas at this time. Estimated earnings: Full tandoori mixed grill starter, Chicken Balti, fruit salad desert + 5 Cobra Beers Just Mike A new addition to the saintsweb moderation team for 2012, Just Mike was appointed following one of the most non-transparent and rigged elections this side of Uganda. Nonetheless Just Mike has proven to be a popular and genial figure amongst most posters, with his softly-softly approach winning many friends. If he were a TV character: Mr Baraclough from Porridge. Popular amongst the inmates, but lacks the authority of Mackay (Chalet) Best fractions/bans: Not a prolific infracter, but can be tempted by a "big fish", i.e. Nov 2012 nailed Turkish for calling Milton a "Skate C*nt" Estimated earnings: Chicken Jalfrezi (small) Saint Chalet Stevegrant Skintsaint Saint Clark Jimmy D

Nah surely not, genial Mr. Barraclough wouldn't take on a forum hardman like Turkish. He'd leave it to Mackay (Chalet) Edit: Shows what I know! Tokyos broke the book with a big bet! I'm fvvcked!

Nah it's cool this one has the more dramatic thread title anyway! Who done ya this time Turkey? I'm running a book! Chalet 2-1 (F) Clarkey 7-2 Baj 4-1 Just Mikes 8-1 Stevegrants 12-1 Skint 20-1

It seems fairly clear to me given ur location is Liverpool: Shopping: Sky help forums. Pandoras bracelets. Hot Deals Tefal Actifry. No monies! Lloyds bank. Preparations for crime: The bush war in Zimbabwe. RAF. Royal Commandos. Bolt Cutter amazon. Catch bus to place with steal-able cars Middlesbrough-Whitby X93 bus times. Steal car, drive home, sell car: Lunya Restaurant Liverpool.

Book 2: 50 Shades Darker - Chapter 3 There seems to be something wrong with Christian's phone. I've called it 57 times in the last twenty minutes but it just rings once or twice and then goes to answerphone. That must be very annoying for him! I know how important his phone is for doing work. In the end I leave a message. "Oh hi Christian... how are you?" I hang up the phone and then I feel a bit bad about my message. It seems incomplete. I ring back and leave another message, "It's me, Ana." I ring one more time to make sure. "Anastasia Steele." One thing I notice about Christian's house is he doesn't have any photos lying around. It takes me ages to find them. He keeps a small photo album in a secret compartment beneath the floorboards under the grand piano which I have to accidentally move out the way. On the front of the photo album he's written "Christian's Diary of Dead Skanks". Cryptic! Probably some kind of code! Inside there is 49 photos of 49 different girls. Who are these b!tches! I wonder to myself. He obviously likes them because he's marked out each photo with a big red cross, like a kiss from a text message. My Subconscious is looking at the pictures over my shoulder. "You thinking what I'm thinking?" she says. "Oh yes," I reply sadly. "They're all much thinner than me." My Subconscious doesn't look happy. She's gone a bit pale. If I didn't know better I'd say she was frightened. "I think we should get out of here," she says. I know what she means. Although me and Christian are deeply in love forever, we only agreed last week that we shouldn't go out no more cos I don't like being arse raped. I sigh deeply. The pain of arse raping is bad, but is it worse than having to use a bathroom with only one sink in it, or having to fly economy class with poor people? I'm debating bout what to do but it's too late! I hear the door go and Christian walks in! "What the fvvck are you wearing?" he says immediately. "And where the fvvck did you get that photo album!" "Oh it was just lying around." I watch him nervously as he looks round the room, at the moved piano, emptied out cupboards, upturned plant pots and so on. I don't think he suspects anything though. "What day does the housekeeper come?" I say innocently. "I've noticed it's a bit more messy in here than normal." "Come to the rape room," he growls. That's a relief. I was worried he might be angry. I think we're gonna make love! ***************************************************** "There's a story behind that shirt you're wearing," says Christian as we walk into the rape room. "Oh yes?" "It belonged to Babe Ruth. It hasn't been worn since he hit the winning home run in the 1928 World Series. It cost me two hundred thousand dollars." "That's nice," I say politely. I lift it up over my head and toss it into the corner. He gives a loud howl. Probably excited to see my boobs. He then kind of slips and accidentally punches me full in the face. I fall over onto my hands and knees. He lifts me and frogmarches me over to the wall manacles. He strips off my clothes and then manacles my wrists to the wall. Then he lifts my legs and shackles them to my wrists so I'm hanging from the wall doubled up with my bum pointing into the room. It's not all that comfortable, if I'm honest. Christian runs across to the armoury and starts browsing through his stuff. There's a small dildo, that might not be so bad. Then a wine bottle. That'd be ok. I am a bit thirsty. Then he gives a wicked smile and picks up a baseball bat. This is no time to be playing baseball! My Subconscious is looking a bit faint. "I think I'll wait outside," she says. I don't know what the largest thing you've had shoved up your bumhole is. Until now I ain't had nothing larger up there than Dr. Savile's thermometer. "Alright Babe Ruth, so you want to play baseball?" he says. I smile to myself. He just called me babe! He shoves the handle end of the baseball bat up my bumhole. It's really up there! I mean right a long way! "Take a practice swing," he says. I do my best, waving my bum side to side so the thick end of the bat flaps about a bit. To be honest I don't watch much sports, but I'm fairly sure this is how the Yankees do it. Christian starts pitching things at the bat and I try my best to hit them. It ain't as easy as it looks on tv, and to be honest when I actually hit something the additional bumhole pain from the smack outweighs the pleasure of my triumph. It takes a couple of hours before I finally hit a home run. I'm exhausted. Christian too, "I'm going to bed," he says. "Christian!" I call after him as he stalks out the room. "Christian! Can't you take the bat out first please?"

They could use you in the gaza strip mike

Hahaha that's excellent pap! I need moar saintsweb user christmas toys! The David In Sweden Calligraphy Set