¡El burro sabe más que tú! - Donkeys know more than you!
La mona aunque se vista de seda, mona se queda - Although a monkey dresses in silk, it stays a monkey
Me cago en tu madre - I shit on your mother
¡Métetelo por el culo! - Stick it up to your ass!
No saber ni papa de algo - Not to know even a potato about something
Peina Bombillas - Someone who combs light bulbs
¡Que te folle un pez! - I hope you get fucked by a fish!
¡Te voy a dar una galleta! - I’m going to give you a cookie!
Vete a freír espárragos - Go fry asparagus
Me Importa un Pepino - I care a cucumber
Tu puta madre - Your bitchy mother
hijo de puta - Son of a bitch
Hijo de la gran puta - Son of the great bitch
Hijo de la grandísima puta - Son of the greatest bitch
Pollas - Dicks
Gilipollas - Douchebag
THE FABULOUS FUNNY FREAKY WORLD OF FOOTBALL
SMUNAF SUNDAY, MARCH 29, 2009
By the Filth’s Sports Reporter, Gorilla Morrisons
“Aye,” said beetroot-faced, gum-chewing, truculent Oldie-punk, Alex Fuggitson, “we got all the silverware, bar one. The lads just went out there and done it, it’s what the fans expect. They got the Drunken Driving Shield, the Beating People Up Cup, three times in a row we’s won the Stupidest Fucking Millionaire In History Challenge Cup - it’s just that Gang-Rapists Cup that we cannae seem to win.”
“It’s no for lack of effort, the lads is dedicated to the game, they get some wee totty, in the nightclub, and they all fuck the arse off her, all at the same time, like, they’re very professional. Ordinary young men just like a bit of totty but our players cannae get it up unless they’re all watching each other, that’s true healthy teamwork and it shows on the field. Its no fair that they dinnae get the recognition they deserve. The Club does go after these wee lassies and bully them and bribe them into no pressin’ any charges, so maybe yon’s the problem, we’re hiding our lights under a bushel, so tae spreak,” grunted this obnoxious old bastard. “But gang-rapin’s all they’re fit for anyroad in today’s Blairite world, eh, so they shouldnae complain. But even so it’s heart-breaking for me to see the lads go out most evenings, coked-up in their wee Ferraris and Lamborghinis, and passin some wee slapper between them like she was a fitba and no gettin proper recognition. D’yous wanna fight? I’m yer man.”
Fuggitson is worshipped around the world.
She's off at last, then.