Urgh and possibly *boilk*. No. Definitely *boilk*.
Ow. Sweet holy jumping mother of the sacred heart of the crucified Jesus. Going away parties suck. Well, they suck in that they’re good fun but this morning is a whole other thing. We have to take the animals to the vets, sort out some banking and do other sober activities and frankly, my Arsenal loving chums, I might still be drunk.
We still haven’t sold Ashley Cole, sorry, I mean Cuntley Cunt but Arsene has reiterated his desire to have a settled squad. He also confirmed we’ve made a bid for William Gallas but we may have AC Milan to compete with.
Tonight we play some Croatians. We’re 3-0 up from the first leg so anything less than a result which puts us through will be a total disaster.
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah.
Now, I must put animals in boxes, drink coffee and go to the bank. I love doing stuff. Mrs Blogs, Blogette and the Blognimals are leaving tomorrow. Argh.
Oooooooh, did I mention *boillk*. I’m so twisted I can hardly even spell *boilk*.
Till next time.