Sweet Pete

My issues are numerous, but this isn't one of them. "Nana" totally fucks me off as well. Sounds really common saying papa and nana instead of granda and gran. Or, conversely, it sometimes sounds really falsely posh.

The proper term is "granda" or even "grandad". Nothing else is acceptable. "Papa" makes you sound like a sex slave. Nicole?

Completely off topic, but calling someone "papa" makes me want to vomit with rage.

What's he said ?

Sounds like shite

Murdo McLeod is on Cbeebies "My Story" just now

I used to write for an SFL-only magazine publication. Think it disappeared again after two quarterly issues.

So you'd rather we went with a Garry Fleming or a Paul Maxwell? We already are going with Fleming and Maxwell scored one goal in an entire season in a shite Division Two for us. If there was a striker in the Juniors who could bang them in at professional level then he'd have been picked up by now. Doolan was very much the exception, not the rule, and it took him a while to get established at Thistle. Now is not the time to gamble on untested players from the amateur leagues, we need professional level players to shoot our way above Livingston/Alloa.

The worst that can happen is that he'd be fucking shite. We've been down the road of signing a Junior 20 goal a season player loads of times and they never, in the modern era, translate to being potent goal scorers in the professional leagues.

"Probably actually"? Get this c**t hung in the public square.

Fanny thinks he's a celebrity.

Hope the c**t gets life.

AberdeenBud is dead.

Rekt mair like

None of them will talk to him because he has a wee tadger / is a wee tadger.

Drink it straight and stop being a sissy

Me.

RIP Derek

Merry Christmas lads

Glad to see the winter heating allowance stretches so far.

Coward.

Au contraire, my champ-pattering friend. The solution here is to play the long game. Invite your mother along with you enthusiastically, treat her to a day out shopping, lunch, drinks and spoil her with gifts. Then, as she is thanking you for a wonderful day, look deeply into her eyes, clasp her liver-spotted hand in yours and huskily whisper to her that you are in love with her. Lean in and attempt to mouth kiss her. If she recoils, act like it was all a big joke and quickly change the subject. If she embraces the Oedipal sexual tension then ride her like a Blackpool donkey. In the morning after your love making / awkward attempt to seduce your own mother, she will have forgotten all about knowing what Christmas gift you had bought her in advance.

Deebiy handing out the telt like a champ

No-one is upset by you, they just think you're an arse.

It's nothing personal, it's just that you're a bellend.