Don't you threaten me, Chris ... I'll get Fat Bastard Harris onto you!
Help, help! Chris is hurting me ... get Ry out here, now!
Look out Chris, here I come ... I'm a big, scary fucker, too. Be afraid, be very afraid.
Freyr! Fuck the little dwarf - you need to be listening to me, dammit!
You bastard!
Oh no, it's raining Mike ... run Mike, run. Your hairspray'll run if you get wet.
Well, you see, Chris, It's that fine rain that soaks you right through ...and if Punter says it's gonna stick, I've got bad news for you mate ... please don't kill me with your bare hands.
And so Gayle continues to threaten us, but the threats are getting less and less potent: we'll win 4 - 1; we'll win 3 - 2; we'll draw ... yeah, yeah, yeah ...
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It's a type of reverse psychology. Unfortunately Gayle hasn't got wind (no pun intended) of the fact that you're supposed to use it for victory.
Who the heck is the lisping guy with the swatter (third pic)? I'm losing touch with this team :/
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Gayle is reported to have said,
"We're gonna beat them so baaad, that they gonna get a minus one for the series, maan."
True story.
Wes, it's Jimmeh with the lisp ... every photo of him from ODI#3 has him with his tongue sticking out. I thought it was funny.
Billy the Worm, welcome. I shall blogroll you poste haste. Or however you spell it.
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