Pretty Boys

A revelation.

Didn't know there are more Brazilians than the Portuguese in the area. Should've known before stepping into the pub.

The antic of 8-10 years old kids trying to impress shorts-clad ladies by expressing their 'queued' disbelief everytime the ball ignores the net, was frankly, a televised minutes on the current trend. I would had easily labelled them as idiots considering the first half of them sitting behind me, the back atmosphere was un-kiddified. They didn't even wince on the thought of the other team scoring. And I thought kids still dwell their thoughts on candies and Mario.

Plus, the pretty boys were such a disappointment. They can't kick.

Good thing someone pointed out a man in Torres's shirt with a (caked) red blushed face, mimicking the great pretty boy on the pitch.

Football's much more interesting when there's crazy bums.


Someone in the Arsenal's management sent an email on summer's job opening and another one of competition with the winner working 'closely' with the team.

Yeah, as if I would like to fuck any of them. Over Wenger's pedo-dead body.

No comments:

 
SafeYourPins - Free Blogger Templates - by Templates para novo blogger