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Alright then, Roy Keane, the ladies of DLG will keep this particular pronouncement of yours in mind the minute you decide to leave the club you currently manage because you get a call from a club in a city where the shopping's better. Not that you would ever do that, because we scheming, materialist hags have no power over your truly righteous manliness, do we? As penitence, though, let us offer you a solution to all the ills assailing your browbeaten innocent ship of football fools who are apparently incapable of thinking for themselves: breed them in pods and bring them up in seclusion, away from the faulty moral compasses of the female persuasion.
You're a prick, and we're decking you one for your sexism. Don't mind us.
You're a prick, and we're decking you one for your sexism. Don't mind us.
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