Exile wrote:SaigonSaddler wrote:10 players on 48-50 points!
Only two on 60-70 points.
Just sayin' :D
Fixed that for you :wink:
Exile wrote:SaigonSaddler wrote:10 players on 48-50 points!
Only two on 60-70 points.
Just sayin' :D
Exile wrote:Congrats, Welsh. Can't think of anyone I'd rather share top spot with. :D
SaigonSaddler wrote:Exile wrote:Congrats, Welsh. Can't think of anyone I'd rather share some dubious genital spots with. :D
Me?
:D :wink:
King Crimson wrote:SaigonSaddler wrote:Exile wrote:Congrats, Welsh. Can't think of anyone I'd rather share some dubious genital spots with. :D
Me?
:D :wink:
Fixed that for you both. :mrgreen:
Welsh_Saddler wrote:King Crimson wrote:SaigonSaddler wrote:Exile wrote:Congrats, Welsh. Can't think of anyone I'd rather share some dubious genital spots with. :D
Me?
:D :wink:
Fixed that for you both. :mrgreen:
That brings Rowan Atkinson's "blue" version of the schoolmaster calling the register......."Herpes?......still with us I see, Herpes"
:lol:
SaigonSaddler wrote:>>> :!: <<<
Many times avid fans come up to me and ask - what makes you one of the best predictors? I simply shake my head and smile knowingly. I'm not one of the best predictors, I say, I am THE best predictor of ALL TIME. They then roll their eyes in an act of realisation and walk away, but if they did have the moral fibre to ask the question that is searing like a hot diamond through to the pit of their poisoned souls, it would be - why are you the pre-eminent predictor of all time?
Perhaps others are better placed to answer this. It's probably genetic. Anyway, I digress. Two things immediately stand out from the latest update - one is the wilting challenge of Exile, reaping something of the bitter seed of going ahead far too early and ending up coughing up a nausiating mixture of bile and sticky mucus after over-consumption of a surfeit of rotten and pungent fruit. Nine points is a monstrous fumble and one that I have no pleasure in witnessing. Such incompetence is a warning to others though. Shameful.
The second is the inevitable breakthrough that everyone was waiting for. Not only has the exceedingly irrelevant threat of Manchester been despatched for yet another season - the fourth consecutive - but the glittering prize of victory is now within the grasp of someone with the potential to grasp it. 8 points is nothing for someone of this outstanding potential, this calibre of skill and this colossal heritage. It will be the most amazing triumph since, well, last season when I triumphed in a truly monumental and awesome fashion!
All anyone can ask is they have a chance at the title on the last weekend. If there is any justice, then the patient humility I have bourne throughout this season will put me in favour of the tempestuous winds of fortune and waft me gently up beyond the claws of the assorted scum and through the gates of heaven to the seat of magnificence.
A chink of light. An opportunity. 8 points is possible. In a number of the billion possible futures, I win the prediction league for a second time. MAKE IT SO!
Here is an overlong montage of Vietnamese people running with flags and tanks breaking things to emphasize my point! If you look closely you can literally witness the exact moment (2.23) of the wheels falling off Exile's campaign!
audaces fortuna iuvat
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N5Qm4u2qtrc [/youtube]
Aldridge_saddler wrote:I'm bloody wobbling like a big wobbly jizz bomb
Aldridge_saddler wrote:I'm bloody wobbling like a big wobbly jizz bomb
SaigonSaddler wrote:>
What's that dark cloud on the horizon? It's ME. :D
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pe06QVhxjJQ[/youtube]
The table is effectively:
Welsh
Exile
Aldridge
Saigon
King Crimson
A selection of the usual mediocre chaff.
The usual epic devastating surge of ME, the anointed champion: eviscerator of the impure, exenterator of the weak, subjugator of the arrogant: is irresistably liquidating the flimsy challenges of demoralised victim after victim. All around me are those crippled with doubt. It's like a disease. I am a triumph of my own courageous resolve and resolution!
Soon, third position will be MINE, MINE and then to the vicious assault on Welsh and the summit of Mount Doom!
That picture shows Manchester - the sticky blood of another failed campaign curdling in his throat!
>>> I am immense! <<<
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