Joined: Wed Aug 29, 2007 4:59 pm
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Location: up jacks arse in america.
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This oldham hard knock was offering everyone outside for a fight just before half-time so plod had seen enough and through him out.
so as i popped behind the stand for a pint said hard knock was outside so this poolie asked the steward to open the gate to get out the steward obliged and the poolie went to the oldham hard knock and said come on then the oldham lad papped himself and started screaming for the plod to come back.
well every one was in stiches watching this going off.
so plod said to him move away or get locked up he chose to be locked up.
and that was the demise of the oldham rockt marshmallow.
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Low, lie the fields of Athenry,
Where once we watched the small free birds fly.
Our love was on the wind*,
We had dreams and songs to sing.
It's so lonely 'round the Fields of Athenry.
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