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ITALY! ITALY! ITALY!
From the Guardian today:
"World Cup: Wayne Rooney says he never meant to tread on Ricardo Carvalho's groin, and says he's disappointed that Cristiano Ronaldo got involved."
But all the players of the beautiful game are just one tiny little jet crash from feasting on each other's flesh.
Therefore we are fans.
Happy Birthday Cute Little Canada!
This is the day when all the smart gardeners blow-torch those flower buds open (short growing season),
so that Joint Task Force 2 (Canada's top-secret anti-terrorist commando unit) can pollinate the garden.
As for the soccer fans, sad day Brazilian Canadian neighbours - you threw the best parties, shut up already Portuguese Canadian neighbours, you've been at it for hours, and I see you driving up from Dundas St. to College St. just to gloat.
The rest of the evening belongs to my Pyromaniac Canadian neighbours.
BRAZIL! BRAZIL! BRAZIL! BRAZIL! BRAZIL!
OK, I've finished watching this morning's Tour de France tape, so it's time for my post-race oxycontin and LA CUPO DU MONDO FIFA! (that uppercase bold just totally exhausted me)
The Portuguese have already won their match earlier today, so they are rioting on Dundas street, half a block south of me. The match between France & Brazil is on right now. The Brazilians are on College street, one block north of me.
If anyone's in my neighbourhood today, I'd really appreciate it if you could slip some cigarettes and popsicles through the mail slot.
Now who's going to buy this shit? Me. That's who. Especially the jersey for the mountain races, because the polka dots remind me of pills
Oodles of fun sending e-cards to my friends from Jan Ullrich's site. And I can still purchase a Kinder - Cap mit Klettverschluß / verstellbar, bestickt, the material is 100% Baumwolle available in blau but only size available is Kindergröße.
My first email this morning(ish) had this link:Tour de France hit by massive doping scandal
Damn those stoners on bikes.(it's rather rich that I'm complaining)
My friend A.B. refers to them as the "Thunderous Thighs of Europe", I'm in it for the garish colours, the scenery, improving my babelfish French skills and best of all, the crashes. (I also think it's brilliant that the whole Peloton jumps off their bikes at the same time to pee in the woods.)
Fuck them all for picking on Lance all these years.