*boilk*
Sweet holy mother of the sacred heart of the crucified Jesus, my head hurts. I suppose the best thing to do this morning is to simply eat stuff and drink coffee and take painkiller. Mmmmm, chewable morphine. Right, as I suppose you bastards will be wanting some kind of blog here’s a blog.
There is, of course, a match this morning. Us against cunts. As it was, as it will be, something something something.
Does anyone know what this symbol ‘§’, is for? I can’t think of any time in my life when I’d need to use it.
Anyway, there’s a blog to be written and I can’t worry myself over things like that. ‘Today’s game’, you say. I hear you but I think I’m still a bit drunk so I can do nothing but link to stuff and you can make your own mind up on it. I know, I know, but for once you can’t rely on me to tell you what to think.
Arsene talks and says stuff. That’s what he usually does when he talks. That’s why we like him so much. As well as talking about the game today he says he’s going to talk to Adebayor about his claims that Man United tried to sign him during the summer. They tried to sign me too. I told them to fuck the fuck off. To be honest I liked a lot of what he said but the stuff about United sounded like a load of old bollocks to me. And trust me, I’ve heard lots of old bollocks in my time. He can put it all behind him with a hat-trick today though. Or by at least kicking Rio Ferdinand in the testicles. Either will suffice.
Alex Ferguson has also been talking but nobody cares what he says. I see that bloke who punched him in the testicles was sent to prison. I think we should all take a moment to just think about how incredibly awesome that man is. Haven’t we all wanted to punch Ferguson in the testicles? Some of you may have even had the chance but never did it. This man, this man of men, would not be restrained by convention though. Smack – right in the pisser. Hero, legend, superstar. We salute you.
Almunia tells Jens to shut up, which is only fair. Yesterday, while having a poo, I was reading one of the Arsenal magazines I keep in the toilet for such an occasion. There was a big interview with Jens in it and he laughingly referred to incidents in his youth when he got caught out by German journalists who got him to say stuff he shouldn’t have, especially about his teammates. He claimed to be way too experienced to be caught like that again. Whooops. Perhaps he’s got so old he’s regressing. Like the Arseblog basset hound who has taken to knocking over bins and going through the contents like he did when he was a puppy. Perhaps he’s got Dogzheimer’s disease.
Alexander Hleb something something. Blah blah. And stuff.
Mathieu Flamini also blah blah blah.
Gael Clichy says he’ll punch Cristiano Ronaldo in the testicles. Which is only fair.
And that’s really about it. The last thing I want to say is that it’s now time for me to go and get some food and for that pounding in my head to stop. It’s just not right. I should not have to suffer this a moment longer. I may just go and park myself in front of the TV now.
Come on you reeeeeeeeds and more tomorrow. Have fun, Arsebandits.
