Sensible adult. Once made a football club bring back Piri-Piri chips to their kiosks by annoying them about it. “A hateful and thoroughly unpleasant person.”
YAAAASSSS, Scotland.
Into these constantly mentioning 66, werthers original sucking, shite flag having “let’s stick bells on our shins, wave hankies and hit each other with sticks and call it dancing”, “I’m not eating that foreign muck, I’ll stick with me scratchings” saying..
I don’t mean to be insensitive or anything but his hatred for cafflicks brought him to his death, surely that is the single most staunch thing that’s ever happened? That’s got to be worth like a million staunch points.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these not-remotely-Irish, don’t know how neutral venues work, “we go to every single game home and away, it’s always a sell-out”, “let’s just try and get tickets in the Hibs end, fuck sake man canny git thum” saying, bricky shagging, unoriginal, Celtic cunts
Well done to Heart of Midlothian football club for giving the old firm the middle finger.
Superb to see.
With that said, fuck Heart of Midlothian football club.
Health and safety signs everywhere, baldy, Waitrose -shopping-in, history protecting, four guys wearing their missus’ jeans, would-go-to-war-over-the-correct-order-of-jam-and-cream-on-a-scone, Shite cliffs having, “let’s all have a fucking carvery” bastarding Engerland cunts.
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The “do we look happy?” Was always going to backfire on us at some point but it’s been amazing to see just how riled up grown men have got about it.
It’s been ages since hibs have had such a hated player with real talent.
I’m all for it
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these Ann Budge hating/loving, World war winning, Brora fearing, league cup avoiding, “have you seen ma twirly?”, If I say it’s big a lot it might get big one day” saying, stairway to naewhere, bungalow dwelling, ahbsuhlootleh paTHETic, fucking Hearts cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these cardboard cut-out shagging/killing/turaroonding/recycling/burying/punching, half time tits cancelling,“we are all Dutch now”,“how dare someone leave the club on Remembrance Day of all days” saying, billy bear ham wi no veg eating fucking Rangers cunts.
Isnae even anywhere NEAR Midlothian, shit stadium dwelling, every manager they’ve ever had looks like a greasy pest, “let’s have a big wank over Rudi Skacel and weird him out a bit so he doesn’t want to come to Gary Locke’s testimonial match”
Ewen Cameron,
Fucking Hearts cunts.
YAAAAAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these really nice bit of the country dwelling, “we’ve got a pool with a flume that goes out the building then back in” saying, has a building called Scone Abbey but doesn’t sell scones in it fucking Perthshire St Johnstone fucks.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these flute shagging, penalty getting, “lets call ourselves the queen’s 11, it’ll no be weird at all”,“no, son, Rudolph has a blue nose” saying, Tina Turner song ruining,
can’t-behave-after-a-cup-final-defeat (lol), up their own arses fucking Rangers cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these granite munching, get-horny-at-the-thought-of-fresh-wool, basically Inverness with a worse accent, “we’ve goat the busiest hellyport in the world”, “ahm nae in the fucking mood” saying. DefinitelyTory Aah-Buhr-Dein freestanding bastarding red cunts. 🐑
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these statue protecting, flag shagging, angry keeper having, “let’s boycott social media because of racism but break the boycott a day later to celebrate a racist”, “I’m away to dress up as an aeroplane wi a 55 on it” saying, shite at maths, Ranjurz cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these seat counting/forgetting,“blood only shows on ma grey knitted cardigan”, “lol at Lennon pretending to be an aeroplane, let’s all be helicopters with our scarves” saying, Hearts crest made of bricks shagging, nae big telly having, fucking Hearts cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these pish tartan producing, fairytale season chasing, “let’s drag race combine harvesters and leave doors open coz we were all born in a barn”, “here, want to watch me shag this haybale?” saying, Patron saint of tractors, fucking fair maid Perthshire cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these selective racism condoning,“what’s bluegrass? Is it safe fir bears and bearettes? And can we get it on our pitch?”, “the queen is good for tourism but foreigners can fuck off” saying, own club killing, capo missing, sash bashing, fucking Rangers cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
In aboot these greetin’ faced, nutrient fearing, toilet water drinking, flute tootling, pallet piling, referee bribing, “that’s me away to the funeral, Wilma”
“Have you got your away kit and black tie on, Billy?”
“Course a huv”
“Yer a good man, Billy”, saying….
“let’s create world famous, legendary rock ‘n’ roll bands but vote for tories to run the country so that everyone thinks we are dickheads”, “I’m just going to dress up as a medieval knight and go statue protecting, I’ll be back in time for dinner, gammon egg and chips please”…
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these Glaswegian accent sounding, “let build loads of houses that look exactly the same and then live in them” saying, Shopping centre shagging, 50 shades of yellow seats having, haven’t-even-got-a-derby-rival fucking next to M8 Livingston cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these excellent away day, really quite welcoming people, decent half time pie making, “how big is your toon, pal? Ours is 3.77 km²” saying, Bambi shagging, pretend Derby, David De Gea sacking, pish mascot having Dingwall fucking bastards.
Danny fucking Dyer, strongly worded letter writing, slogan on a bus believing, immigrant hating, “let’s move to Benidorm”, Robin Hood, strawberries and cream overcharging, royal family adoring, Shakespearean, can’t pronounce “pour/paw/poor” without it sounding the exact same…
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these couldn’t-even-point-out-Ireland-on-a-globe, “let’s latch on to this political thing to seem relevant”, “give us £35 and come look at our pillar” saying, Punchbags of European football, would be actual Rangers fans if Hibs never existed, Celtic fucks.
YAAAASSSS, Ryan Porteous, get it right up that silver-haired, fake accent having, body warmer shagging, “the lad is a blatant cheat”, “I’ll just sit in the stands for 8 games like a gimp” saying, getting pumped from the bottom of the league team, volcano-heided Jim Goodwin prick.
“Is it no time you got up and went to work, son?”.
“I’m no going in to work today, mum, I’ve took a holiday day to create a spreadsheet about the Hibees in the league cup”.
“Fuck’s sake ya freak, nae wonder ma grandbairns willnae to talk to you or come and visit me” saying..
Don’t be angry at football fans for feeling this way, instead question why that is.
It’s because this government always throw us under the bus at the first opportunity. 👇
YAAAASSSS, Hibs
Into these marmalade shagging, George Galloway producing, “here, eh wuv goat rully shite accents?”, “am awa ti Broughty Ferry to ram a melon up ma hoop fur pleasure, inaninganinganaw” saying, Conrad Logan fearing, peh munching, fucking Dundee United bastard cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these AC/DC ruining, can’t-even-beat-Hibs-at-Hampden, broon brogue shagging, “for fuck’s sake, man, who wasn’t protecting that statue long enough for someone to get pumped under it?”, “that’s was me, Billy, sorry, ma sash blew off”.
Fucking deceased bastards
Mary fucking Poppins, “let’s put a union flag on all our products, it won’t look tacky at all”, “that’s a nice thatched roof you got there, mate”, “let’s have massive floods every year but never learn from them”…
That Hibs win is a win for pink hair, a win for knowing your history, for being one of the good guys. It is a win for pints with your pals. It is a win for Sunshine On Leith
It is a win for being a big fucking tidy legend called Darren McGregor. A win for you and a win for me.
Speaking as a Hibs fan,
Never mind the 5-1 gestures, actual Rudi Skacel in person or the sea of cardigans, it really is incredible that the most annoying thing about this picture is David Tanner himself.
YAAAAAAAASSSSSS, Hibs.
Into these amber and maroon, good dad joke creating (Motherwell? Aye she’s no bad)
Tam Cowan loving, the Livingston of Glasgow without the shops, “aye but we’ve got a theme park”, steel shagging fucking Motherwell cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into the these
“Davy, it’s ma sisturs first shift on babestayshun tonight, coming roond to watch it?”
“Count me in, we could phone in and get her to do a 5-1?”
“Aw man that would be so horneh”
“And we could get it made into a bannur”
“SO HORNEH” Hearts bastards.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these Highland dwelling “let’s all stick antlers on our heads and have a great big bum poking orgy”, “aye but we live near the North Pole so Santa Claus comes to us first” saying, sponsored by fucking water, shite bridge having bastarding Dingwall cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these really boring building having, prawn sandwich eating, “yah but stand free fur Ahburdin but”, “but luts go and see if wuh can see some dolfins in the wah-tur” saying, cannae-keep-their-knickers-clean, Derek McInnes shagging, fucking Aberdeen shit cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these rubbish-ship-on-their-club-crest having, need to ground share with Hamilton because they dinnae dae background checks on their players, “hullo, hullo, we are the Bully Wee”, “we’re named after a big river” saying, big river shagging, Cumbernauld fucks.
YAAAASSSS, Scotland.
Into these hitler creating, lederhosen adorning, grumpy waiter having, schnitzel serving “let’s fire up that mountain and leap about with a dress on singing doh a fucking deer”, “we are ok with being mistaken for Germans” saying, fucking Austrian Cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these sticky stamp inventing
“Lits huv blanched almonds in cuncentric surkulls oan toap o wur frootcakes”, “fuck all to do in Dundee so let’s discover stuff” saying, comic book shagging, shitey colour combination wearing fucking Dundee united Hibs cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these smoked fish shagging, arcade visiting, “our stadiums right beside the water, lol”, “we were named after a Scottish pirate came home demanding a bowl of soup” saying,
“fucking aaaaarrrrrrr, broth”, really likeable manager having, cunting shite fucks.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these baton-twirling, raging-when-someone-crosses-the-road, “aye, ma da was in the majorettes too”
“what can I get you, pal?”-“I’ll just have a pint of toilet water please, mate”,
“see these fuckin cafflicks man!” saying, fart sooking, fucking Rangers cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these can’t-even-throw-a-relegation-party-without-giving-themselves-a-beamer, specky mascot having “aye but YLT”, seagull hoarding, pish derby record owning, stepping stone of a football club, “we’re fi Leith and Ireland eh” …
YAAAAASSS, Hibs.
Into these absolutely charming in every way and definitely not the type to take offence to a wee joke on twitter, high IQ having, dead club supporting, flute shagging, Queen loving, fucking Rangers Bastard cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs into these used-to-be-called-Hibs, “oh would you like to come and see our V&A museum? It’s ihmayzin”, “not much else to do in Dundee so let’s all vape heroin and get our teenagers pregnant and be best pals with our rivals” saying, tangerine munching United cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs
Into these weedgie without a bus fare “our manager is really good at measuring weights”, “let’s all wank to Angelo Massone and have a big Adidas shop” saying, canny even get all their seats to be the same colour, Motorola Razr flip phone Fucking tagliatelle cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these wool shearing, shite badge having , grey building erecting, Rangers loving, “lock up yer lambs furra boys are oan the toon”, “thur no in thurr seats, THUR NO IN THURR SEATS, FUCKIN’ TELL THUM” saying,” Alex Ferguson missing, fucking North Sea bastards.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these pallet-igniting, monarchy-sooking, nutrient-lacking, “happy 18th Birthday, William, uncle Billy is taking you for a pint of toilet water and to find you a wee bearette then hame for a slice of urinal cake” saying, flute-tootling fucking deid bastards.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these racecourse shagging “oh come and see our two story car park”, “lets never get relegated to annoy everyone and put turds in our match pies instead of mince” saying, Bovril-in-a-styrofoam-cup-serving, fucking Mickaël Antoine-Curier, red and white cunts.
@RangersFC
You are by far and some considerable distance, genuinely, the weirdest football club ever to have graced this earth.
Your king cares not one jot for you or any of your followers.
But keep on sucking his boaby. Go on. Make out as if any of this has something to do with you. Gimps
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
In aboot these flat cap and welly combo wearing, combine harvester admiring, used to be the capital city but was too shite to keep it up,
Two-headed bird shagging,
“Geez a look at that John Deere pamphlet, I’m horny” saying, fucking St Johnstone ratbag bastards
YAAAAAAASSS, Hibs.
Into these fucking cow piggy bank having, seat counting, “DoEzNy MaTtEr where we aRe iN tHe leaGue becAuze 5-1 AnD RuDi SkACel” saying, Murrayfield favouring, cardigan wearing, actually quite a shitey name for a football club, fucking bastarding hearts cunts.
Going to be serious for wee moment. Days like today are the days that you want as a football fan, I’ve got friends, family and even folk on here that follow me who all support Hearts, nothing would please me more than for them all to have a fucking shite day today because of Hibs
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these bendy water drinking, “here mate? Nice football club you’ve got there, mind if we steal bits of it and claim it as our own?”, “how dare other clubs not sell all their tickets” saying, only sell out big games, Japan flag shagging, not even Irish, cunts.
22nd of May.
The anniversary of the last time an Edinburgh football team paraded the Scottish cup in the city.
850 Million people lined the streets of the capital to witness it.
Everyone in Edinburgh and beyond celebrated.
I remember it well.
What a day.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these “we got new gates for our birthday”, “let’s tell everyone how to spell ‘it’ then get it wrong”, “oh there’s a few empty seats at the Hibs stadium, hand me my tweezers for I am away for a wank” saying, trooser-pishing, knitwear admiring, Hearts fucks.
YAAAAAAAASSSSSSS, Hibs.
Into these Scotland’s armpit dwelling, plastic pitch having, “aye but we’ve got a shopping centre here”, yellow, Meadowbank Thistle, roundabout enthusiast fucking cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these ‘anyone and everyone’(apart from just about everyone)
Just Ham sandwich eating,
“Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Here’s ma wee billy boy boner, hen.
Just for you”
“Happy valentines ma wee bearette” Saying, Ryan Porteous fearing, fucking Rangers Cunts
YAAAAAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these water polo creating, “quick, let’s all go the the pub and create more Covid-19” saying, shitey accent having, oil shagging, sheep worrying, dugout inventing fucking red
Ah-bur-din cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these weird-animal-on-their-crest having, double flume shagging, “we all think Stuart Cosgrove is really jolly great, rah rah rah”, “you finished with that John Deere catalogue yet, pal? I need some new wanking material” saying, fucking Perthshire cunts
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these unoriginal, “let’s just steal everything and claim it as our history”, Hibs wannabe, definitely would be huns if it wasn’t for the hibees, wee brother, “Lhet’s stick shilent H’s ihn ehveryrhing we say for nhae rheason” fucking Tory Celtic bastard cunts
YAAAASSSS, Hibs
Into these livid about Martin Boyle heid-butting a camera, cannae even fall doon the stairs without invading the pitch “ohmagoad it’s Ann Budge in Cyprus, kin a git a selfie?”, “nearly poppy season, lads, free money” saying,
E
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C
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Hearts bastards
So it turns out that if you get pissed and try to order a kebab on just eat an hour after the takeaway has closed, they just process the order the following day and your kebab turns up at 4pm once the place has opened.
Absolute master stroke from DrunkPrickus last night.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these Rod Stewart and Tommy Sheridan encouraging, not even remotely Irish but claim to be, “let’s spit the dhummy oot bhecause whe dhidnae whin 13 trophies ihn a rhow”, “mon the cafflicks” saying, John McGinn undervaluing, weedgie, Hoopy the Hound shit cunts
YAAAASSSS, Scotland
Into these biro pen inventing, Dalmatian shagging, “here, we need an idea for a design for our Football kits, any suggestions?” “What about a red and white tea towel effect?”, “genius, let’s go with that” saying, Game of Thrones hosting,fucking Croatian cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Scotland.
Into these contact lense creating, 46 airports having, “here mate, come and see our plastic, we can make it into some fake tits for you”, “Let’s go and hunt for mushrooms” saying, castle hoarding, Semtex shagging, Skoda driving, fucking Czechoslovakian cunts.
Great gesture from
@HibernianFC
giving Robbie a mascot package for this weekends game for when he broke his wrist at Easter Road when he got squashed by the crowds when we scored! He would appreciate a wee clap as it’s an away game he thinks gonna get booed! 😂😂
@dundeeunitedfc
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these shitey wee castle having, “aye but we’ve been mentioned in Sons of Anarchy and Phoenix Nights”, “lets give the world Colin Calderwood for a wee laugh” saying, Scotland’s bum hole dwelling, proclaimers hating, ferry molesting, fucking Stranraer cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these decent player producing, relegation avoiding, red and white “lets build a fake pitch in the Morrisons car park and call it a stadium”, “aye but we’ve got a racecourse” fucking gazebo shagging Hamilton cunts
YAAAASSSS, Hibs. Into these basically just Hamilton FC with a shite coloured strip, shrapnel munching “oh come and see our country park, man, it’s got swans and a Shan rollercoaster”, “aye but we urnay weedgies” saying, weedgie bastard, rust shagging, fucking Motherwell cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these Florence spoiling, shitey second hand screen having, “how fucking dare you call your Men’s team MEN, GRRRR, pin that up in the dressing room, Robbie”, “choke me wi ma cardi, Ethel” saying, teenager fearing, video pending fucking Hearts bastard cunts.
@AberdeenFC
Well maybe if Jim Goodwin hadn’t said that the Hibs player had blatantly cheated when he in fact hadn’t blatantly cheated, then Jim Goodwin wouldn’t have been issues with an 8 match ban.
Food for thought.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these half weedgie/three quarters Edinburgh, need-to-walk-through-a-Shitey-wee-forest-to-get-to-the-stadium, “we really like lions rah rah RAHR“, “nah, you can never have too many roundabouts” saying, ex-Meadowbank thistle, fucking Pastafarian bastard cunts.
YAAAASSSS, Hibs.
Into these penicillin snorting, Tesco bag wearing, bullet the dug career making, “fancy a trip to the dick museum, hen?”, “naw, there’s no boabies in it, let’s stay at the smell yer maw hotel beside that shitey stadium” saying, relegated as fuck, killie pie cunts
Went to the Hibs club after the match for a few beers. Managed to talk SisterPrickus into picking me and DadPrickus up. When we got in the car she went “you both actually smell of the Hibs Club” got home and MissusPrickus said”have you been in the Hibs club?”
Eau de Hibs Club