So yesterday three large men picked me up from my house, and off we went drinking. And I saw Vim. And I ended up at the casino (the one at Rainbow Towers / Sheraton / That Dirty Old Building), and I’ll tell you one thing; I suck at black-jack. And I don’t mean eTV suck, I mean hard-core, Jenna Jameson, Tera Patrick sucking. Couldn’t win shit.
Speaking of shit, I can’t believe the Indians beat Australia. I suppose you have to give them credit for trying, but I’ll tell you that right now there’s one entity that pisses me off in this world, and that’s India cricket. There’s no way I’ll get caught up in this yippee, it’s-great-for-the-game, someone-beat-Oz lovefest. Socialism is dead.
Speaking of socialists, am I the only one who thinks Segolene Royale is hot? Cos she is smoking. If you don’t know, she’s the dolly what lost the French presidential erection to that little fascist Sarkozy.
Speaking of Sarkozy, seen his new chick Carla Bruni? Hot she is, granted. I’ve also seen her tits. What price the future first lady of France having snaps taken with her tits out? I love it.
Speaking of love, anyone who loves Liverpool will be hoping those two Yankee bastards who bought the club get the hell out asap. Are you kidding me? They gots to go, and leave Rafa the Gaffa alone.
And after that series of unfortunate segues, I bid you adieu, children, and don’t make noise cos daddy’s got a hangover. 🙂