Signs of the times....
 

OK, enough of my rants. Back to being my old self.

Sort of says it all...

Things have changed since we were kids...

I've said it before, and I'll say it again. Soccer is a game for sissies!

Fluffys visit to the Red-Light district in Amsterdam fullfilled his cathood fantasies.

Fido just found out that he was being adopted by Micheal Vick

Henry found out the hard way why it is that you don't go scuba diving after eating burritos for lunch

Some things just don't need any comment....

"Sissies & Soccer", I Think Not Buddy...
 

Terry Butcher:

"On 6 September 1989, while playing for England in a vital World Cup qualifier in Sweden, Butcher suffered a deep cut to his forehead early in the game which would have prompted most players to be withdrawn from play for urgent medical attention. This incident was similar to a serious head injury he recieved while playing for Ipswich against Luton in an FA Cup game at Kennilworth Road.
Butcher, however, had some impromptu stitches inserted by the physiotherapist and, swathed in bandages, continued playing. His constant heading of the ball - unavoidable when playing in the centre of defence - disintegrated the bandages and reopened the cut to the extent that his white England shirt was entirely red by the end of the game. This match remains his defining moment as one of England's great footballing heroes, especially as England got the draw they needed to qualify for the 1990 competition."

(Text Taken From Wikipedia)

Some of those images are freakin' DISTURBING, Man!