I said you can't be loved because there is no true love.. First thing in the morning I've started playing this classic track from the White Stripes album White Blood Cells. The depressed vocals of divorced Jack White are a true pleasure just like my weekend was...
With my Lilly Whites holding off the evil red army of Ferguson spearheaded by their stolen asset Dimitar Berbatov. I was pleased when he did shit fuck all all match except from stop attacks from continuing, he should have stayed where we loved him, here at the Lane. But he betrayed us for a few more 10 of thousands of Pounds, what a shit head. Other highlights of the weekend included:
1. Beer with thugs on Friday night. Don't drink at shady locals, some of the unsavory characters may kill you if you don't buy them a round. It's exciting
2. Vladimir Klitschko...not sure about spelling there. The man, who according to one of my trainers, claimed Vladimir ate 3 chickens for breakfast...he should be a fat bastard, he should give me one of those chickens. Anyways, he absolutely demolished, in a clinical display of brutality, Abdul Rachman. Who once famously felled the great Lennox Lewis. Alas, today he is just a fat bastard punching bag. It was a delight watching him have his ass kicked. For consolation i can say he goes through less pain than I do on outband calls and get's remunerated considerably better.
3. Finally, there was Freddy Flintoff, who bowled some serious magic, with authority and aggression against the Indians in the first cricket test. It was awesome to watch, and he has a beautiful action and is looking really good for this summer. Let's hope he keeps it up.
So in my last post I may have mentioned how I consider Christian TV channels one of the many levels of hell. So I wish to retract that statement as of now due to it's blasphemous and/or controversial nature and replace it with; dealing with drunk 16 year olds when drinkin on the corner.
That's how I roll, spliff, ciggy's, pimp cup (really just a shiny coffee mug) full of that drank and just posing like a delinquent on my corner, giving concerned parents mean mugs with my Gucci frames on, even though it's getting dark. So when an attractive, illegal for me to shag, absolutely gorgeous 16 years joins me and my fellow goons and proceeds to get fucking shitfaced on a Sunday night...dealing with her certainly goes on my list of "Things that goes down in hell". Having said that, it was entertaining, and i look forward to seeing her master her level of alcohol endurance and behavior when drunk over the course of this summer.
Positively this weekend I didn't have to deal with my problematic ex-girlfriend. She's out of town thankfully, and I don't have to see her face. Which I once thought belonged to an angel, but now I just see her as a vile succubus. She didn't even txt me, and I didn't sms her either. The problem with having a girlfriend who lives so close to you, and who's in your friends circle is that you have to act all civil with them...taking out the best part of break ups. Ignoring them and being a shithead towards them...on the other hand I can stir her jealousy juices to my minds pleasure, forcing her to listen to my tales of debauchery, and also bringing other girls by and introducing them to her. I love being an asshole!
Throw your shoes at your MP!
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