Fantasy Premier League 2013/14

[Timmi]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wr8gLnNyp3Q

[Timmi]

 

Cold-blooded Feindouno

    - a short story by Timmi

Feindouno was thinking about Malkin again. Malkin was a thoughtful animal with dirty fingers and curvy mustaches.

Feindouno walked over to the window and reflected on his wild surroundings. He had always loved idyllic PPP Fantasy Premier League Topic with its talented, tired Tolaa. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel delighted.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a thoughtful figure of Malkin .

Feindouno gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was a cold-blooded, gracious, beer drinker with skinny fingers and fluffy mustaches. His friends saw him as a miniature, misty muppet. Once, he had even rescued an old Aguero from a burning building.

But not even a cold-blooded person who had once rescued an old Aguero from a burning building, was prepared for what Malkin had in store today.

The drizzle rained like gyrating snakes, making Feindouno grumpy. Feindouno grabbed a ripped knife that had been strewn nearby; he massaged it with his fingers.

As Feindouno stepped outside and Malkin came closer, he could see the brave glint in his eye.

Malkin glared with all the wrath of 953 cowardly faint frogs. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want win in the fantasy league."

Feindouno looked back, even more grumpy and still fingering the ripped knife. "Malkin, I am the champion," he replied.

They looked at each other with angry feelings, like two elated, eager elephants laughing at a very stingy gameweek 37, which had R & B music playing in the background and two spiteful uncles mocking to the beat.

Suddenly, Malkin lunged forward and tried to punch Feindouno in the face. Quickly, Feindouno grabbed the ripped knife and brought it down on Malkin's skull.

Malkin's dirty fingers trembled and his curvy mustaches wobbled. He looked sad, his emotions raw like a barbecued, breakable blade.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later Malkin was dead.

Feindouno went back inside and made himself a nice drink of beer.

THE END

 

http://www.plot-generator.org.uk/pofa/coldblooded-feindouno.html

[Feindouno]

[Tolaa]

 

 

Mada, ovde je Malkin cold-blooded, usetao na fantazi prvi put i oteo Feiju titulu ispred nosa.  

 

[Прслин]

Вилсон и Лоренс дебитују за Ман јтд, Ван Перси на клупи, Ведран Руње к'о што је најављено.

[Timmi]

ni evre, ni mate, ni runija. kakvo duplo kolo.

 

u pravu si, rsline, izgubicu.

Edited May 6, 2014 by Timmi

[Feindouno]

Ni Mata mrtvi?
Srecna ti titula jos jednom Prsline

[zoki]

Smoling igra, Prasline upropasti me načisto..

[kralj]

ni evre, ni mate, ni runija. kakvo duplo kolo.

 

u pravu si, rsline, izgubicu.

 

Nećeš. Primiće ga De Hea.

[Прслин]

Ni Mata mrtvi?

Srecna ti titula jos jednom Prsline

Која си зентара светске класе. Већ си победио када сабереш ове твоје са клупе, Мата ти ни није потребан. На страну што ће ући и дати два к'о прошли пут.

[Feindouno]

Која си зентара светске класе. Већ си победио када сабереш ове твоје са клупе, Мата ти ни није потребан. На страну што ће ући и дати два к'о прошли пут.

Koje sa klupe? Ovu dvojicu sto su uzeli po bod

[Прслин]

Таман. Рачунај.

[Feindouno]

Nisi u pravu.

[Прслин]

Улази ти и Мач. Рачунај.

[tsva]

Gigsu zelim da mu se burazer revansira