[SimoneFlen']

Originally Posted by ginchiller ↗

another one

Nice one! Here's a slightly wider angle:

Plus another:

[ndre1990]

Apparently 2 of 3 of the funeral workers have been murdered by Boca Ultras for taking these photos.

Edit: it's an old video https://www.smnoticias.com/noticias/103541

[jumpingjames69]

All killed

[SimoneFlen']

Originally Posted by ndre1990 ↗

Apparently 2 of 3 of the funeral workers have been murdered by Boca Ultras for taking these photos.

I read about this earlier on, with photos of a bald bloke with machete wounds. But everyone's saying it's 'fake news' + it's not the bloke from the funeral parlour.

Here's the photos:

[Dr Thrumpkinz]

I saw him play in Naples in 1990. Italia '90--I had a ball.
I don't even like soccer, but as a child, and to this day, I am quite fond of nude beaches.

But I digress, I was in Yugoslavia that summer visiting with relatives, and we went to a few of those games because, where all the rest of my relatives live is Argentina. I went to the game where they played each other, in the far less nudity oriented city called Florence--a titless and woeful shit hole, within which, a truck nearly stole me from you all, 30 years ago. Equally trying, was when a Pizza whore cracked an effing raw egg into the middle of my mutherfucking Pizza--mere hours later! Luckily for her, my boyish nudity starved fury was vanquished by everyone at the table biting their share of her unsightly dropping, off and the fuck out of my sight.

But then, it was off to the All You Can See nude buffet, via the endless dance of armoured sandal genocide along the Sea Urchin roadway to heaven, and obligatory soccer match between Argentina and Italy in the truckless paradise, and also Great City, of Nipaples.

My point is, as if one exists, that I can safety say that I have heard the word Maradona more than any of you have. As a matter of fact, I would wager that I have heard that word spoken more times at each stop of the audible decibel range than anyone here has in all the increments combined in their lifetime. After hearing a three syllable word said, screamed, hoarsely whispered, burped, and/or just stinking of Rye and wine and beer, it becomes a singular sound. A "fire bucket" line type auditory hallucination, that is apparently stored in a young child's mind as the infinite clanking of the empty fire buckets on their way back down the line, against the ones with a soccer ball in them, on their way to balling out a fire, somehow.

My new point is, don't name your kid Maradona--crazy people may not be saddened by their passing.

[Orange280]

Thank you so much for RIP Napoli and Argentina football star Diego Maradona photos

[pancrasefan]

Why the fuck do these South American shitholes have such dogshit camera quality

[raspbr2017]

[FlatBreadFreestyle]

Originally Posted by Dr Thrumpkinz ↗

I saw him play in Naples in 1990. Italia '90--I had a ball.
I don't even like soccer, but as a child, and to this day, I am quite fond of nude beaches.

But I digress, I was in Yugoslavia that summer visiting with relatives, and we went to a few of those games because, where all the rest of my relatives live is Argentina. I went to the game where they played each other, in the far less nudity oriented city called Florence--a titless and woeful shit hole, within which, a truck nearly stole me from you all, 30 years ago. Equally trying, was when a Pizza whore cracked an effing raw egg into the middle of my mutherfucking Pizza--mere hours later! Luckily for her, my boyish nudity starved fury was vanquished by everyone at the table biting their share of her unsightly dropping, off and the fuck out of my sight.

But then, it was off to the All You Can See nude buffet, via the endless dance of armoured sandal genocide along the Sea Urchin roadway to heaven, and obligatory soccer match between Argentina and Italy in the truckless paradise, and also Great City, of Nipaples.

My point is, as if one exists, that I can safety say that I have heard the word Maradona more than any of you have. As a matter of fact, I would wager that I have heard that word spoken more times at each stop of the audible decibel range than anyone here has in all the increments combined in their lifetime. After hearing a three syllable word said, screamed, hoarsely whispered, burped, and/or just stinking of Rye and wine and beer, it becomes a singular sound. A "fire bucket" line type auditory hallucination, that is apparently stored in a young child's mind as the infinite clanking of the empty fire buckets on their way back down the line, against the ones with a soccer ball in them, on their way to balling out a fire, somehow.

My new point is, don't name your kid Maradona--crazy people may not be saddened by their passing.

What

[raspbr2017]