My manager was looking at the Evening News website, and announced that some brainless wonder managed to do 4,000 keepy-uppies.
Of course, I had to ask WTF was a keepy-uppie. Seems it's a term for thicko footballers so they know what to call it when they can keep a ball in the air.
Now, footballers aren't the brightest spark in the pie van, but surely they can come up with a game terminology that's a bit less like talking to a baby gormster.
Honestly, so the little shit can do keepy-uppies. Ooooh. Can he do kicky-wickies to get the bally-wally into the netty-wetty?
For fucky-wucky's sake!
I reckon it's all the fault of Brand and Woss. Starts off with a simple Booky-Wook, and now look where it's gotten us.
Next thing, these lager louty-wouts will be making obscene phoney-woney calls to referee's missus, claiming they shagged his daughter. Up the shitty-witty.
Keepy-Uppies indeed!
Grrrrrrrr!
