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A special thanks to all the scum in blue and white who have given me hours of mindlessly violent entertainment on Saturdays after matches. My proudest moment came almost 5 years ago when during a brief scuffle with a half-retarded City fan I used my car keys to puncture the side of his cheek. I also had the state of mind to remove the keys in a forceful lateral motion, assuring that the drunken retard had a brand new enlarged smile. I ran into the poor bastard almost a year later with his wife. He didn’t recognize me – but I suppose he was a bit suspicious when I passed by him laughing.
See you at the next derby City scum.
See you at the next derby City scum.