Today I've been feeling better but I'm not going outside incase it aggravates it and I get the sniffles again.
Hot Baby Roy seems fine with Wino Jo's new found friendship because they're both working on the clear assumption that they're getting it on with the girls next door.
They've recently found out that both girls support Liverpool FC and now they're swotting up on all Liverpool related stuff. This won't be easy because neither of them like football at all and slag it off. Now they're all Rafael Benitez and Gerrard might be moving clubs and all that.
I can see it all dying on it's arse the first time they watch football together and either Hot Baby Roy or Wino Jo falls asleep and starts drooling on themselves.
It's going to be balls. Foot-balls. The Leotard Girls foots in Wino Jo and Hot Baby Roy's balls when they find they're just trying to get some hot leotard action. Fuckers the pair of them.
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Showing posts with label football. Show all posts
Sunday, 17 January 2010
Thursday, 8 October 2009
We Like The Cars The Cars That Go Boom
The metaller girl was up by the time I got up this morning. She looked frightened. I asked her what the matter was. She said that she'd boked in her sleep and it was all over the bed and she was scared that I'd be angry. I took a look at it and it wasn't all my spitboke.
I laughed and said that I'd be putting the sheets in the wash later and it was no bother. She still looked really worried.
I asked her if she wanted some breakfast. She said yes. I went down to see what was in the cupboard there was fuck all so I told her I was off to the shop. I went and got some great breakfast stuff.
When I got back from the shop Battle Cat had really worked his puppy magic and she'd made friends with him.
I wanted to ask her how come her and her mate like to hang out with guys like Good King Thumpo but I didn't want to turn this into an interogation.
She asked if I played football. I told her no and she burst into tears.
I didn't understand why, that's not the first time that's happened to me.
I laughed and said that I'd be putting the sheets in the wash later and it was no bother. She still looked really worried.
I asked her if she wanted some breakfast. She said yes. I went down to see what was in the cupboard there was fuck all so I told her I was off to the shop. I went and got some great breakfast stuff.
When I got back from the shop Battle Cat had really worked his puppy magic and she'd made friends with him.
I wanted to ask her how come her and her mate like to hang out with guys like Good King Thumpo but I didn't want to turn this into an interogation.
She asked if I played football. I told her no and she burst into tears.
I didn't understand why, that's not the first time that's happened to me.
Saturday, 25 July 2009
An Invitation of Sorts
Today me and Fabian Wildman walked to Ormeau Park with Battle Cat, He said he really likes it here and it would be shit if they turned it into the national stadium and that they should put it somewhere else.
I asked him if he wanted it put elsewhere, he said he didn't care he just didn't want it there.
He told me that he thinks we need to talk. He said he thinks that I've been single for a while and that he thinks it's because of Hooka. I told him it wasn't.
He said that he knew that I really liked Hooka and that when she fucked off I just made some remark about how I was glad it was all out of the way and that maybe I was but that he was sure I just kept a lot of it inside and didn't let it out and that he thinks I should.
I said that wasn't true and that it was easy enough for him to say that because he was with Betty Blue and he could run around in his slinky zentai and get her to let him eat boiled eggs out of her pussy.
He said that he'd been with Betty Blue for a while now and that he was very happy with her but it could end, and if it did he'd be sad but he's aware that it's not set in stone and it's all about having the balls to give it a go.
I told him I did have balls and he took out a picture of Hermione Granger.
"You see this woman? This is Emma Watson who plays Hermione Granger. You could someday become her boyfriend..."
"Yeah right, like she'd look twice at me," I snorted.
"You could," he said. "Stranger things have happened. But you need to know that even if you did, you'd not be going out with Hermionne Granger. You can't. It can't be done. She only exists in the fictional world of J.K Rowling."
"And in the hearts of Potter fans everywhere," I said triumphantly.
"The point I'm trying to make is you need to start fancying real women. Not fantasy girls who only exist on TV or in books."
"What about Hot Baby Roy?" I said.
"I've had this chat with him last night. But forget about him, do you see what I'm saying?"
"I suppose," I said.
"Because if you do then Betty Blue is having a party at hers tonight with her arty pals, you might meet someone you like there, but not if you're going looking for Hermione Granger."
"I don't want some wierdo who drinks paint and tries to shit international blue either," I mumbled. We'll see how it goes.
I asked him if he wanted it put elsewhere, he said he didn't care he just didn't want it there.
He told me that he thinks we need to talk. He said he thinks that I've been single for a while and that he thinks it's because of Hooka. I told him it wasn't.
He said that he knew that I really liked Hooka and that when she fucked off I just made some remark about how I was glad it was all out of the way and that maybe I was but that he was sure I just kept a lot of it inside and didn't let it out and that he thinks I should.
I said that wasn't true and that it was easy enough for him to say that because he was with Betty Blue and he could run around in his slinky zentai and get her to let him eat boiled eggs out of her pussy.
He said that he'd been with Betty Blue for a while now and that he was very happy with her but it could end, and if it did he'd be sad but he's aware that it's not set in stone and it's all about having the balls to give it a go.
I told him I did have balls and he took out a picture of Hermione Granger.
"You see this woman? This is Emma Watson who plays Hermione Granger. You could someday become her boyfriend..."
"Yeah right, like she'd look twice at me," I snorted.
"You could," he said. "Stranger things have happened. But you need to know that even if you did, you'd not be going out with Hermionne Granger. You can't. It can't be done. She only exists in the fictional world of J.K Rowling."
"And in the hearts of Potter fans everywhere," I said triumphantly.
"The point I'm trying to make is you need to start fancying real women. Not fantasy girls who only exist on TV or in books."
"What about Hot Baby Roy?" I said.
"I've had this chat with him last night. But forget about him, do you see what I'm saying?"
"I suppose," I said.
"Because if you do then Betty Blue is having a party at hers tonight with her arty pals, you might meet someone you like there, but not if you're going looking for Hermione Granger."
"I don't want some wierdo who drinks paint and tries to shit international blue either," I mumbled. We'll see how it goes.
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