11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Everyone will be out to kill me. Bring it. |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: (please be gentle) |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Non-anon wankers |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Anyone fancy an early killing of Riv? |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: I will be silent mostly as I will be playing through a haze of tears*, under the influence of morphine - it's the only way I can bear your antics. * A jewel of a game thrown into the hands of fools... *tears flowing* |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: I think Anon might have been better. |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Not Anon, then I am gone... Sorry guys I'll just slow the game down |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: and then there were fewer... |
11 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: *makes notes* |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Riveting |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Imagine taking the trouble to set up a game, then getting Italy. Ooft. |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: No one has ever managed a solo win with Italy. Not even bloggie. |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: You lier! that triumph is on my CV |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Liar* |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: I'm so incensed I can't spell properly |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Italy. Next to Riv. |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Next to Scubar. Whatevs. |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: I was going to send a message to Tent Hen warning that Rivaldo is an absolute bastard and can't be trusted. Makes me look like George Gandhi Washington. But then I thought I'd post it on Global just in case anyone else wasn't aware. |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: Is someone going to warn Rivaldo about Tent Hen? |
12 Apr 19 UTC | Spring, 1901: This has been a public service announcement |