It’s in my will that if I die young in some sort of goofy freak accident I want supporters of my club’s rivals to compose a chant mocking the circumstances of my death to the tune of ‘My Old Man’s a Dustman’
I want to believe this happened, it’s just way too funny
That’s what true friendship is. Reminds me of the funeral of Graham Chapmen.
Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries.
I know someone who declined an excellent job offer because it would have meant to move to the rival soccer clubs city.
In our western part we don’t have speakers besides the priest, whom most of the times don’t even know the deceased.
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It’s in my will that if I die young in some sort of goofy freak accident I want supporters of my club’s rivals to compose a chant mocking the circumstances of my death to the tune of ‘My Old Man’s a Dustman’
I want to believe this happened, it’s just way too funny
That’s what true friendship is. Reminds me of the funeral of Graham Chapmen.
Good riddance to him, the freeloading bastard! I hope he fries.
I know someone who declined an excellent job offer because it would have meant to move to the rival soccer clubs city.
In our western part we don’t have speakers besides the priest, whom most of the times don’t even know the deceased.
Something I would do.
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