Anyhow, plans went out the window for an armchair in front of the TV when one of the kids asked to go up to London, walking down the hay market at 4:20ish I walked past the sports bar just as a huge roar went up, ran inside to see all these Kunts celebrating uniteds first, shook my head and called them a bunch of plastic kunts ( yes I know I wasn't at the game) ( and no my boy was outside so didn't hear me) but at that point I was proud to be a Qpr fan knowing I will see 90% of our games in the flesh and not like that bunch of pricks. |  |
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