What's your price tag?

Been trying to blag a tix for the semi final at Villa Park on Sunday in a week, but it really doesn't look like I'll make it, dammit. I'm actually that desperate it's made me realise I do have a price tag:

One of my mates is looking for two because I said he could have another go (we shagged before) if he got me in there.

Then I said I'd sit in the Boro end playing cool, because my client knows a die-hard s/t holder who might be able to take me in.

And last but not least, trying to be nice and keeping my eyes and ears open just in case there's something coming up, for a blow job or two me thinks.

Everything's got a price... Indecent proposal, anyone?