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Welco me to the crewcab, that most revered of boltholes where the great ills of the world and questions that have perplexed the great minds of history are discussed, solved and usually dismissed
with adolescent banter in traditional male fashion.
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World Cup
fever is nearly on us, Meathead waits patiently for
her call up to the squad.
"Having
missed out in 2002, I'll be gutted if they don't
take me this time. It'll be my last chance"
Some
action shots (courtesy of the Daily Male);
"I should
be in there at right back instead of Gary (eee-orrr
I'm a Donkey) Neville. Why does Sven still pick the
Man Utd gonk? Rooney yes, now he's class but
Neville, and then there's Faceman Ferdinand, has he
been stung on the lip by a wasp or is he sucking a
piece of lemon?"
Meathead's first X1
Robinson
Meathead (or Young)
Terry
King
Cole (if fit - or Bridge)
Wright-Phillips
Gerrard
Lampard
Cole
Rooney
Owen (if fit - or Defoe)
Subs;
Carragher
James
Carrick
Beckham
"Yep, no
spot for Beckham, past his best I'm afraid. (I've
selected Girly-pink text as it seems appropriate)
And to
finish this episode from the crewcab, here's a joke;
A drunk staggers home from the pub in
the early hours, under his arm is a white duck.
After unsuccessfully trying to get
his key into the ‘moving’ door lock he decides to
knock the wife up.
While waiting for her to get out of
bed he whips out his Johnson and waters the
geraniums then his shoes in turn.
The stern-faced wife opens the door
to find him trying to re-stow his old man
one-handed.
Drunk;
“This…hic…..is the horse’s ass I’ve been sleeping
with”
Wife;
“You’re steaming as usual, that’s not even a horse
it’s a duck!”
Drunk;
“Hic…….it was the duck I was talking to”
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