TheSufferingVilla

I'll take the result but terrible, terrible game could Ireland be the shittiest team to win the Grand Slam? Or will the equally shit Wales grab the honour?

**** great match, had everything.

Cracking game this, no idea who's going to win it. Maybe the French are onto something with this Friday night thing.

Ah so you lads would betray Villa and the entire fanbase just to get a shag in costing our club the biggest prize in football? Hang your heads in shame.

Put this to the test: You are about to be locked up in prison isolation for the rest of your days but before they shove you in the dark damp cell you can do one of two things, would you rather: (a) Shag Scarlett Johansson. or ( See Villa win another European Cup

Petrov.

Sure, why not? If I was to believe that when I die I simply cease to exist well it's fairly depressing really. So just like I believe that someday Villa can once again be the dominant force in world football. That no matter how unlikely Jessica Alba will one day sleep with me. In the same respects I believe that the loved ones who I never got to say goodbye to are somehow waiting to meet me in the end. That I will have a chance to make ammends for my bad deeds and be rewarded for my good ones. That there is a God who believes in me when nobody else does. Sometimes it's better to believe than not. Put it this way if you fell asleep and had a dream that you were playing for Villa at Wembley and just scored the only goal with minutes left on the clock, would you want someone to pinch you or would you prefer to continue the dream?

The burning question did Freddie ever knob Rob? Well supposedly Freddie knobbed every puff in England so my assumption is yes.

When James Milner swears Gordon Ramsey curls up in the corner of the room and cries.

James Milner doesn't play for England. England plays for James Milner.

Jimmy Savile would go visit James Milner if he wanted something fixed.

The longest boxing match ever fought took place in New Orleans on Apr. 6, 1893. The match was between Andy Bowen and Jack Burke, both of whom claimed the lightweight title after the reigning champ, Jack McAuliffe, retired. When the bell sounded for the 111th round, more than seven hours into the fight, both fighters, dazed and weary, gave up and did not come out of their corners. Meanwhile over a thousand miles north on ice covered Ellesmere Island Canada James Milner was busy fighting the Eskimo King Unnavasalet and his pack of man eating polar bears. Had this blood bath been organised as a boxing match it would have been recorded for the history books as being 23 hours long. That's 460 rounds. Milner won with ease having defeated the king and his tribe while smacking around every polar bear in the region. Since then Milner has been worshiped as a god by both Eskimo and polar bear alike.

James Milner is the Lindbergh baby. Born into luxury and fame, James turned his nose up at the lavish lifestyle of his parents and at the age of 20 months put his favorite flat hat snuggly on his head packed his possessions into a pillow case which he slung over his shoulder attached to a stick and treked deep into the amazon rainforrest where he destroyed a tribe of cannibals before digging the worlds deepest amber mine, just for the hell of it.

I would be fully against an "opt-out system" no government should have the right to decide what to do with your body or organs in the event of your death. If anything, the decision should be up to your next of kin and yes it should be driven by money. When I die I expect my body like my possessions to become the property and responsibility of my family who will treat my body in accordance with the wishes expressed in my will, in the absense of such they make the decisions themselves. Now like most of my other possessions my internal organs have a monetary value, they are worth something and this value will fluctuate determined by quality and demand. Why should my next of kin not be compensated if my organs are transplanted? They may choose not to be or alternatively I may have already stated a desire for the organs to be donated.

Just looking at the league table, the Spanish Primera División is starting to look like the Scottish two team and whipping boys league.

And onto another point the Education system in Ireland is shit especially their methods of teaching the English language.

To explain the three adjetives in my post - Cocks: Bit of money gets thrown about and suddenly everyone is trying to out do each other with the biggest car, nicest holiday, flashiest designer clothes. Anyone with the misfortune of attending a "Holy Communion" in the last decade will know what I mean. Back in my time "mid 80's" it was all about the kids, recently it's been all about which parent hired the largest limo or biggest bouncing castle. Morons: Yeah, the um majority who voted for Bertie in the last election somehow managing to convince themselves that despite the overwhelming evidence he was a corrupt little crook, and the same fucktards will probably make him president in the next election. Right to Vote should be recinded. Secondly the property ladder. I really regret not having established an elaborate pyramid scheme in Ireland during the boom cause most people seem to love drinking the koolade, including those firends of mine who despite my best advice had to splunk out 450k on one-bedroom apartments in shit areas surrounded by heroin infested flats, cause they HAD to get on "the property ladder" before it was too late. Pussies: Everyone in Ireland loves to complain, shops inflating their prices? Lets have a good moan. Pubs ripping us off? Moan. Will we do anything about it? Will we ****? Perfect contrast anybody does anything in France and the people take to the streets in protest. If the Irish are bigger pussies than the French something is seriously wrong in the world.

Ireland... Proud....? You gotta be **** joking me, 15 years ago yes but experiencing the "Celtic Tiger" then leaving to watch the mess unravell from a far, love the Island but a large percentage of the population are cocks, morons and pussies.

Neil Armstrong was not the first man on the moon, James Milner built the **** moon with a trowel and some gray Plasticine.

No word in the English language rhymes with month, orange, silver, purple and Milner. Don't bother thinking of one cause it will instantly cease to exist.

ha, ha.

The Fonz is so cool he shits ice cream.

I was going to photoshop James Milners head onto that of a soldier but in fact when I searched Google images for pictures of a soldierthe second result on Google images was in fact James Milner as a soldier:

The Housing Market has and always will be the bane of civilisation. This belief in many societies that you are nobody unless you own your own property. So you spend your whole life working like a dog to pay a bank 3-4 times the worth of the property you are buying and by the time you finally own the decrepid mound of concrete and wood you find yourself about to expire from the long miserable life you spent working to afford your dream of owning your own home. Then to make matters worse you are sent to a nursing home to live your final days under somebody elses roof while your miserable spawn squabble over the best way to sell and divide the property you slaved for.