by RedAnt » Tue Feb 11, 2014 10:07 pm
I was gifted a vision: Rooney, that lotheable lil scamp that he is, disgruntled with Moira's tactics, egged on by Carrick and the fun luvin' Ferdie, sneaking into the tactics room and draws a big bell-end on the board. Later, Moira enters, notes the drawing, and though his eyebrows lift, he mustn't lose face in front of the lads, and so, turning a def ear to the titters and snorts that litter the room, he presses on. Thinking on his feet, he divises a new system based around it. After all, he's studied all the handbooks, and has come up with nothing better. And he watched the Waterboy last night, and it worked in that.
"The S*n: The paper you wipe your ars.e on and more sh*t comes off the paper"