There’s part of me that knows we will win comfortably like the champions of old unfortunately I left that part in an airport Wetherspoons three years ago
Prediction: we’re not doing the 5 preview thing cos I fucked up
I knew the magic of the cup would re-unite the three amigos (friends). Sadly, much like the real three amigos (friends), we are now all old and bitter and bereft of hope and Chevy Chase. The fat old bastard.
Tranmere are a shit-show. Nobody really knows who or where they are and nobody cares. Their pitch looks like Old Trafford but 2 years in the future. Luckily for them, we are still the biggest shit-show in town and I’ll be damned if they’re just gonna swoop in and claim all the shit-show glory; we’ve earned the right to be the worst by spending so much money. Wait…
Like the cartoon (almost exactly) but with Will Smith instead of Robin Williams and actors not animated characters. There are some animated characters but they’re like the CGI ones you see in a Star War or Marvellous film. That aside, pretty good.
Prediction: Who the fuck even cares anymore?
This is a recipe for disaster:
Milk, two eggs, stir lol like a recipe
That’s scrambled eggs
I call them disaster eggs
Prediction: those two wet towels to claim I stole the above great a joke sequence I made up with my huge brain.