Oh for real though, Fuck Chris Froome with the point end of a syringe. Lying, cheating cunt.  

French farmers don’t play, unlike their lame Anglo counterparts. As for the riders, these doped up, spandex wearing thugs were asking for it!

What’s their job? Killing unarmed black men? Fuck the police. 

This is a childish response.

Well there’s no way they can be as bad as the US, so they got that going for them.

If my nan has balls, she’d be my uncle, etc etc.

Got to the sentence where Billy claimed that Liverpool could’ve, almost, maybe would’ve beat Madrid were it not for Karius, and Ramos, and Halley’s Comet incinerating Kiev or something, and just about died laughing.

Combining the Great British Passions of drink, cheese, and rolling around in the mud.

*Exhales* Well, he’s still no Bill Russell.

What is a country but a language with an army?

What kind of child doesn’t like a martini?

You, dumb as shit: Roma are good, they just beat Barca 3-0.

Are you kidding, Barry would shit himself to venture past Prospects Park.

Chosen Roach is an unreleased CCR song.

Think you got enough fluff pics of the rear quarter panel?

Oh god, that engine sound. I’m going to cum.

The South King County suburbs have more in common politically with Fort Worth than they do with Seattle proper.

Those people are asshats.

So he did it all by himself except for those other guys? (Those other guys being a squad that any side apart from Real and City would covet.)

A granola bar is not equal to breakfast you defunct boob.

A granola bar is not equal to breakfast you defunct boob.