I really love reading Dirty Tackle, they're bloody hilarious.

Check out their Random musings of footballers before they fall asleep ...
LOL.

And this unthinkable link about Iniesta's Chelsea goal triggering lovemaking.
Gold I say..

But what really made me chuckle was their take on Everton's new loan signing from US of A.

I’m so rum and stoked right now I could be blackin’ out as I spit this, but I just wanna take y’all through the play that led to the goal piece that’s got everyone in Europe chirpin’ about your boy being the new big thing. Let’s do it.

So, like, I was just chillaxin’ up top, trying to find a window to do what I do with it. I looked around, and first noticed what a dope froski my boy Fellaini has rockin’. Then I picked out this cute little shorty in the first row who I proceeded to eye-slam for a solid minute and a half. Then I refocused. I think that’s what put me in the zen mindset to let the ball come to me. I dunno, dude. It’s hard to explain, but just trust me on these deets. So next I was thinkin’ like, yo bro, how sick would it be to just net one in front of all these people, just to show them what I do. So then I thought that was a mad good idea, so I started running at mach turbo in my fresh to death Nike Vapes, killin’ it for the ladies. Then next thing I know, some dude who plays defense (do they even have names?) boots the rock like halfway up the turf. At this point I’m like, dude, I’m about to do this. As the ball is coming down, my main broski Tim Cahill (I call him Timmy 2) played this dope cushioned dome piece right into my path. I’m talking serious silk on the deck. Meanwhile I’m charging, knowing I’m about to put this whole club on my back and slay it. So the ball takes a teeny bit of a gnarly hopski off the pitch, but I played the dank sauce of my chest plate right down into my path. Closing in on the keeper, I only had one option, and being the ambrodextrous soccer star that I am, I calmly stroked the baby with a sick left foot right past the keeper, no chance. Reservation for one, last name ball, at the back of the twine diner. Next came the dank signature Landy “I”M HELLA STOKED!!!!” celebration with the jump to fist pump combo. Crowd goes ridic insane. Pants droppin’ on the biddies, grown men weeping, baby broskis being born. It all went down. And all because of me. Your boy.

And let me be the first to warn you. Next time, I’m not just gonna coolly slot it in like the smooth operator I can be. Nah dude, I’m taking aim. Hide your girl, dawg, because I’m fittin’ to rip top ched till there’s a hole in the net.

Peace out. One love.

Brilliant. Nuff said.

To end off a hilarious piece aboutthe man Gary Neville and United fans love hatin right now.