There has been, in the 4 1/2 year history of Arseblog, only ever been one single syllable blog entry. It is the one syllable, the one word, that defines this blog.
It is *boilk*, has been *boilk* and will be *boilk* ever after. This morning, my dear chums, it is *boilk* to the max and there is only one person to blame. It is the mug smasher. The evil, nefarious reprobate that is my brother. My stomach churns, I *boilk* a little and I taste rum, coca cola, jaegermeister and some kind of kebab.
I am silently weeping as I type this early on a bank holiday Monday and I can’t find the painkillers. I’m thinking of hitting my head off the wall lots of times just to make myself go into a coma.
But I won’t. You want Arsenal news and Arsenal news you shall get. Thierry Henry says he’d rather die than do something which I don’t know what it is. I think it’s play football like Everton. To be fair I’d rather die than play football like Everton. I’d rather die than stand up though so I may not be the best person to talk to about this.
Some Swiss striker says that Arsenal have been watching him. Peeping toms, so we are.
And that is as much as I can muster. Remember, if you have questions for this week’s arsecast email away to arsecast@[removethis]arseblog.com.
I’m going to curl into a ball now and whimper. Ahhhh, that’s the stuff.
