A very loud, unattractive, hard-faced woman in a Arsenil shirt walks into Tesco's with her two kids in tow, screaming obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.

The door greeter says, "Good morning and welcome to Tesco, nice children you've got there. Are they twins?"

The fat ugly bloater stops screaming long enough to snarl:

"Of course they bloody aren't! The oldest is nine and the youngest is seven. Why the <deleted> would you think they're twins?

Do you really think they look alike, you <deleted>?"

"Absolutely not," replies the greeter, "I just can't believe anyone would shag you twice!"

A very loud, unattractive, hard-faced woman in a Arsenil shirt walks into Tesco's with her two kids in tow, screaming obscenities at them all the way through the entrance.

The door greeter says, "Good morning and welcome to Tesco, nice children you've got there. Are they twins?"

The fat ugly bloater stops screaming long enough to snarl:

"Of course they bloody aren't! The oldest is nine and the youngest is seven. Why the <deleted> would you think they're twins?

Do you really think they look alike, you <deleted>?"

"Absolutely not," replies the greeter, "I just can't believe anyone would shag you twice!"

That football clubs spelled with two As by the way, not that anyone would want to know.