You Know You Love It.
Oh, damn it..
I'm not in my knickers. And
I'm certainly not in bed with Arshavin-- but I feel extra jubilant.
Which often leads to another rambling cum sports journalism post where
I note down five times too many on how unearthly sexy (insert name and
jersey number) is or, how I wore pants on a Friday. Religious reasons.
Pants. Hah. But-- thing is, I'm here for a reason. And the picture
(points) serves as a juxtaposition. I had truckloads of laughter served
on a platter in different ways. One: Cesc Fabregas' manic yet adorable
antics. Two: the Kops wanting a little something-something from us,
believe it or not (believe it), it's Malouda. Three: the Blues depict
multifaceted idiocy (like me with Additional Mathematics) by placing a
brave and stupid bid on.. drum rolls, please? Torres. Ha! Come on,
wankers. I mean.. come on! Just, you know-- come the fuck on. But to
balance out the idiots I love.. I discovered a thing or three (three!)
about Cesc: (a) he loves Desperate Housewives, saying: "It's like you
watch one episode, and you can't stop."; (b) his infinite love for
Krispy Kremes, hence post-match "doughnut parties"; (c) loves XBox with
shorts and socks on. However petulant or puerile he is, you have to
admit-- son of a gun is mighty hilarious. And my life nowadays is
complete, when I found Who Ate All The Pies from a Soccernet fan-- it's
that kind of in-your-face humor enveloped with audacious comments from
cunts (Spurs fans!) alike. Because I am, too, a cunt-- a covert one,
but every inch of a cunt indeed. And Avram's ways of trying: "I'm not
the Special One. I'm the normal one. But my wife says I'm special." and
footballer cum Scouser cum giraffe Peter Crouch's lovely yet very true
answer to "What would you be had you not become a footballer?"-- "A
virgin." With absolution I nod. Other profanities that I shall blurt
out: Pay Day has arrived. Thank you, God. Lads bulging in skinny pants:
keep your balls tucked away please. Conquests as of yet: sheer
pantyhose, Oxford shoes, Luella-inspired skirts, a pixie 'do. Tucking
in early tonight, barbecue at Gran's up north and I'm.. stoked? Ha.
[MUSIC] At the Drive-In - Quarantine
Cesc's doughnut discos: here. Cesc loves Desperate Housewives: here. Disgusting, yet highly enjoyable-- lads backflips into jeans! Amazing: here. Until then.. a merry weekend to you, and I can't find anything good to listen to anymore. Sad.
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