The Chammm Pyonz. When those famous words are sung, you know it’s one of those electric Champions League nights. Too many drinks and up too early for work the next day, there’s nothing better than pay per view European football on a Tuesday and/or Wednesday evening. I’ve forgotten my point.
Prediction: Messi who? Lol – he’s the good one. 0 – 0 United.
Prediction: 0 – 0 United.
Suck on your disappointment fuckos!! The Bif Boys are heading out on the town to celebrate Tom’s *insert age later when confirmed by Hanna, somewhere near your age. What? 21? Again?! Oh, you! Hard to tell with McGhee what with that face* birthday!
We’ll be so far gone by 8pm that we won’t even know what Barcelona is*
*check what Barcelona is.
Prediction: Maybe I’ll turn my phone on and off as the screen must have frozen as I have not heard anything from T, or Benno. Oh. Wait! Oh, just mum. Fuck off mum. Oh. Wait! Oh, just my alarm reminding me it’s Tom’s birthday. Oh. Wait! Oh, ju 0 – 0 United.