Name: Gary (garyer )
Birthday: 22 august
Star Sign: leo
Current living arrangments: at home
Current Hairstyle: 1 all over
Eye Colour: blue
Shoe size: 7
Height: 5 5"
Biggest Fear: Drowning
Peircings: eww
Tattoos: 3
Siblings: 2 sisters 3 brothers
Biggest ambition: live my life
Broken someones heart: dono ha
Drink: eh that lil shot that grameo got me at jonos party
Smoke: no
Swear: daily yes
Go to school: no i work
Get along with your parents: yes
Believe in yourself: ye
Trust other people easily: no
made food yourself: no im a retard
Watched T.V: south park
Hugged someone? ye
Got mad at some1: yes
Made your bed:yeah
Bought something for yourself: yeah all the time
Bought something for someone else: yeah
Colour: blue
Number: 8
Holiday: Peurto rico
Season: summer
Movie: DONKEY PUNCH
Bottoms: tracky or jeans or hot pants
Singer:gitsy
flower: dandoline
Scent: armani
Animal: dog
Sport: football
fruit Or Veggie: fruit and veg
Ham Or Turkey: ham
Red Or Pink: Red
Homicide Or Suicide: Suicide
Computer Or Phone: phone
Morning Or Night: Night
Pepsi Or Coke: Coke
Dog Or Cat: Dog
Spongebob Or Patrick: Spongebob
MTV Or VH1: mtv
Music Or TV: Music
Love Or Lust : Lust
Rock or Rnb: RnB
What do you always think about?: life
If you wrote a book, what would it be about? life
What do you usually wear? nothing
Whats your mobile ringtone? nokia tune baby
5 things you cant live without: money/clothes/familey/friends/Tesc
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Drawn art: in school
Got angry with a game : all the time
Broken a bone: arm
Want: a new car
Have: NEALY everything i want and need
Regret: falling ou with some ppl.
Love: Life/familey/friends

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Ooh ah

Ooh ah, Cantona

Ooh ah, Cantona


Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, running down the wing,
Feared by the Blues,
Loved by the Reds,
Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs, Ryan Giggs.

Oh, Keano's f*cking magic,
He wears a magic hat,
And when he saw Old Trafford,
He said "I fancy that"
He didn't sign for Arsenal,
Or Blackburn 'cos they're shite,
He signed for Man United,
Because they're fucking dynamite.

You are my Solskjaer my Ole Solskjaer,
You make me happy when skies are grey,
And Alan Shearer was f*cking dearer,
So Please don't take my Solskjaer away.

Rivals

If I had the wings of a sparrow,
If I had the arse of a crow,
I'd fly over Maine Road tomorrow,
And shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below, below,
Shit on, shit on,
Shit on the bastards below.


You're the shit of Manchester,

You're the shit of Manchester.



The City sing, I don't know why,

'Cos after the match you're gonna die



Let's all laugh at City,

Ha ha ha ha



In you're bitter blue world,

You don't go to Cardiff,

You don't win no cups,

You hate Man United ,

And hope for f*ck ups,

In you're bitter blue world.



Liverpool



You are a Scouser,
An ugly Scouser,
You're only happy,
On Giro day.
Your mum's out thieving,
Your dad's drug-dealing,
So please don't take my hubcaps away.




You look in the dustbin for something to eat,
You find a dead rat and you think it's a treat,
In your Liverpool slums
In your Liverpool slums,
You shit on the carpet, you piss in the bath,
You finger your grandma, and think its a laugh,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
You speak in an accent exceedingly rare,
You wear a pink tracksuit and have curly hair,
In your Liverpool slums.
In your Liverpool slums,
Your mum's on the game and your dad's in the nick,
You can't get a job 'cos you're too fucking thick,
In your Liverpool slums.


He's only a poor little scouser,
His face is all battered and torn,
He made me feel sick,
So I hit him with a brick,
And now he don't sing anymore.



Leeds


On your Yorkshire farms,
You pester the lambs when you hide in the grass,
You'd rather shag sheep than a fit normal lass,
On your Yorkshire farms.



We all hate Leeds scum,

We all hate Leeds scum,

We all hate Leeds scum,

We all hate Leeds scum,



He's red he's white,

He knew Leeds were shite,

Cantona, Cantona



Leeds are our feeder club,

Leeds are our feeder club,
Leeds are our feeder club,
Leeds are our feeder club,



General


Who sing of victory,
Of games that brought us glory,
From Newcastle to Torquay,
Where sixty thousand voices,
Roar us on to victory,
We will follow United,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United.
Whether we're across the sea,
Or whether we're at home,
It matters not we follow,
To all corners of the globe,
We wear the colours proudly,
The black, the white, the red,
We will follow United.
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
Hello, Hello, we are the Busby Boys,
And if you are a City fan,
Surrender or you'll die,
We will follow United.
And now we're back in Europe,
The feeling's fucking great,
We'll try to emulate that team,
Of 1968,
We'll win the Cup, have no fear,
And then we'll drink your beer,
And we will follow United...




What the hell do we care? What the hell do we care?
Hail! Hail! The Reds are here,
What the hell do we care now?
For it's a grand old team to play for,
And it's a grand old team to see,
And if you know your history,
It's enough to make your heart go woah-oh...
We don't care what the City fans say,
What the hell do we care?
All we know is there's gonna be a show,
And the f

my best friend wears ralph lauren and drives a benz
gerrup outta dat

private yachts, lots of dosh
but i’m not posh
gerrup outta dat

4 years at blackwork, then i went to clongowes
i’m smoking pot but it’s not as if my mom knows
went to morocco, daddy bought me bongos
now i drink strongbow and snort coke up my long nose

my bird is always on a beach in a bikini
while i’m making a pot of tea with a panini
i hope that one day i’ll lose my virginity
just year i graduated from trinity

i thought vinnie jones was great in lock stock
i wish i knew a bloke like that from foxrock
fresh out of D4, money i see more
i like to go shopping with my main man igor
we go to marks & spencers, park the cars
and whip out mom and dad’s barclay cards

it’s like riding a bike or flying a kite
and i’m a pure bred south sider for life, roysh

that’s right

shut your mouth you fuckin eejit
you go back to where ever you came from you, you petty commoner
get away with all your fucking money,
the state of ye fucking, ye fucking idiot ye