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.
The boss has also revealed his worry over fixtures, how Theo is going to be fabulous, how José is going nowhere and something something something.
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.
