I Live In A Caravan

"Go back to your caravan." Those words will haunt us all forever.

What does a jellyfish vagina, a snail's snatch and Thornleigh Thunder have in common? They're all a bunch of spineless cunts. With seconds ticking away they decided to commit the most unsportsmanlike act I have ever seen and kick the ball away to ensure the mighty Parrots did not get another possession. The act infuriated the Parrots and they set off launching a tirade of abuse at the team who is famous for living at the arse end of a highway.

Number 8, or Octo-cock as he shall henceforth be known is the most retarded person I have ever seen. The pronounced forehead, slumped shoulders and haircut from a junkyard presented a look reminiscent of Joe Dirt with an extra chromosome. The focus was only taken of him by the fact Number 6, or Numero no-dick, masturbated to a Justin Bieber poster at half time. Due to his lack of male genitals this involved him furiously rubbing the Ken-like bald patch that lay in front of his pelvis. Climax was reached when he douched out Number 4's deposit from the prior night's activities.

I am going back to my caravan. That doesn't have wheels. Is made with bricks. That has running water, electricity and Foxtel. That also cost over half a millie. I guess you cocks can go back to living under the pedestrian bridge near the train station or in your parents cleaned out garage that you call your "apartment". It's cool though cos you can stay up as late as you want and if you have cereal for dinner, nobody can say anything to you. Not even the toothless prostitute lying in your bed. You know, the one you call your girlfriend? Last time I checked girlfriends don't come with an invoice for the $50 wristy you just got and the tear stains of a girl who has seen her life slip by due to her need for some goey to dance at Patrick's all night (til 12am) who pays for her "recreational" drug habit by getting railed by 3 guys for a hundo. Fuck off back to the Maccas you are famous for.