sarcasm is the lowest form of wit'"

It was a warm summers evening. I had just been to watch a fantastic game of rugby league. As part of my volunteer work for a charity that supports under privileged children with disabilities who are also orphaned, I decided to take a group of ten such children with me as a treat on me.

Following the game, we were walking to the minibus that was parked behind the three pigeons. Suddenly, 50 rotund men with pies in one hand and either a piece of rope or a petrol bomb in the other surrounded us. Now I am not saying they were Wigan fans, but they had Wigan tops on and balaclavas with Ultra Brigante badges all over them…they drew closer chanting “WIGAN, WIGAN, WIGAN”!

I could feel the warm wet sensation of fear running down my trouser leg.

The mob dragged me and each of the ten poor children to the floor. They then tied one end of the pieces of rope to each of our legs, the other to the rear end of a pick up truck. Before I knew it, we were being dragged down Froghall Lane at 30 MPH whilst the rotund hooligans threw petrol bombs at innocent passers by screaming “That ones for Hoff” or “Well you’ve not won 8 in a row blah blah blah”.

I’m not saying its all Wigan fans, but these people were scum.

How’s that?

Just before half time i went to the male facilities - i took my half filled pint with me and left it on the wash basin whilst i went to relieve myself. I finished emptying my bladder, turned around, only to see some guy in a Wigan shirt re-filling my pint - what a scum bag.

Hows that

After the game, the same SCUM, gate crashed a 5 year old's Birthday Party, at the nearby FunToBe at the HJ.
They started by throwing the chicken nuggets at the walls, and demanded meat'n'tattie pies and chips wi baby's yed. Several pitchers of blackcurrant squash were poured over screaming toddlers heads, as the neanderthals demanded Tetley's Mild "like they sell in t' Ben Johnson"

After this mayhem, they same rabble made their way to Pets At Home on the Riverside Retail Park, where they strangled rabbits, kicked chinchillas, and put electrical items connected upto the mains, into EVERY fish tank. Whilst doing this, they were heard to be shouting RIVERSIDE Retail Park? THAT'S WHAT WE USED TO BE CALLED. THEY'VE @@@@ING NICKED IT.

Their trail of distruction finally came to an end at the town cemetry on Manchester Road at midnight, when the only coherent SCUMBAG left, eventually found the grave of George Formby. Standing on the memorial, he shouted "GEORGE WAS A @@@@ING PIE-EATER AND PROUD OF IT. 'E WERE BORN IN WIGAN AND ONLY LIVED IN YOUR DUMP. YOU AINT AVIN IM". After which, every gravestone in the cemetry was desicrated.

Is there no end to their scummish behaviour???????

Have just spat mouthful of tea onto keyboard with laughter. Hoping k5fbwrd st!l w+rk"2

That is very funny lefty

Sounds good to me, perhaps we should invite Rogues and the Sadmeister as they are on here more than we are.

Wigan bar stards even put sugar in the salt cellars, utter scumbags

Four lads, all Wigan fans in a car. They looked very cross. They pulled out towards me, I flashed them, they pulled straight out. No wave, nothing.

'Orrible beggers.

I'll be in the Irish Club next week from around 2:30 p.m.

Feel free to come and buy me a beer, or give me some verbal abuse, whichever you feel more appropriate.

This thread is so far beyond the AUP it's come back round the other side.

Have there been any threads questioning Skent's ability to push the interview and force the answer? Furthermore, has Gary found a new emoticon to rival the 'rolls eyes'?

It was well intended, I promise.

Anyway, I bumped into that Ben Cockayne the other day...

Did he batter you for bumpin in to him?

No, but he did wriggle around really quickly to try and get a quick play the ball and when the penalty came (Silverwood, shock) he held his arms out in mock disbelief.