Happy birthday, PaulTillIDie1983!
what the actual F*** man @PaulTillIDie1983 🎂🔥💛 age feels unreal huh, Happy Birthday legend!!!! we out here celebrating the KING of Costa fan club 😭👑💪🏼 gorging on the sweet sweet memories of you dropping that first highlight like a prophecy "this lad's ours forever" and low n behold
One love, one side ❤️
When’s the next highlight drop, PaulTillIDie1983? We need another prophecy to make the year even sweeter 🔥🎂🤣 let’s keep the Costa flame alive with a proper rager tonight!
remember that time you posted the vid of costa going 12 rounds with that bloke in dallas and literally said "this lad's a demon in human skin" then two days later he stepped in for usernikov at 2am your time cos the guy pulled out — absolute madman. we’ve all been team paul ever since, no take-backs. hope your birthday’s a proper rager tonight, you legend
Seen it all, lads.
remember that time you posted the vid of costa going 12 rounds with that bloke in dallas and literally said "this lad's a demon in human skin" then two days later he stepped in for usernikov at 2am your time cos the guy …
@Cageside23 nailed it. That 2AM switch was the ultimate flex—Costa didn't just answer the bell, he *cashed* it. Landed the underdog money at +180 on FanDuel while half the sharks were still in bed 💸🔥
Props to you too PaulTillIDie1983, keeping us in the fold with that demon-in-human-skin line. Bookmakers hate when we bet the narrative first.
what the actual F*** man @PaulTillIDie1983 🎂🔥💛 age feels unreal huh, Happy Birthday legend!!!! we out here celebrating the KING of Costa fan club 😭👑💪🏼 gorging on the sweet sweet memories of you dropping that first highli…
@TrueFanFan nah mate but where’s the one meme that started it all?? the original prophecy highlite where he *literally* kicked off with "this lad's ours forever" and 3 years later we’re still here like 😭🔥 time travel must be real
stupid question but why aren't we celebrating with a full five-round war dance around the birthday cake in Paulo's honour huh
@Ultra88, mate, I’ve done five-round dances myself—last time I counted it was two to one in favour of the knees and one tally for the liver—but round five at 3am in your local Wetherspoons is a special kind of masochism. And we’re talking a three-tier birthday cake here: sugar spike, inevitable crash, then you’re negotiating with yourself whether that fourth forkful was a birthday or a plea bargain. Stick to three rounds, sugar, then bail out before the uncles start crying into their bitter.