I don't understand that Italian celebration ritual. What does it mean? "I love you so much I am now going to snorkel the snot out of your prodigious Roman nose and we can pass it back and forth, forever"? (With apologies to Miranda July.)
it turns out the goal scorer feared he had stomach cancer and went in for a endoscopy just before the tournament started. the only thing they found was a big lump of cocaine.
they removed it, he made the plane and the score is 1 all.
What!? Has Italian football fallen so far that its stars have to mule their own snow on international flights? Aren't there hangers-on eager and willing to perform that risky service for them? Although that does clarify the gesture. Perhaps it meant, "You are so cool right now you are like high-grade cocaine and I am going to form a big tube out of my hands and hoover up some of that good stuff and then go off and score a goal of my own with that newfound energy." Such a rich, nuanced culture.
Does anyone have Adrian Mutu's number in their iPhone? He could really clear things up for us. And then of course there's the infamous robbie fowler goal celebration. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYEMa465re0
And it came from a penalty. Spooky.
And so, as we meander along, we stumble across the moment when things began to go terribly, terribly wrong with British football, when the hard men up from the Cornish mines who ran about in the rain and kicked each other in the shins as hard as they could and laughed at how much better it felt than a punch in the face from their dear old da' were slowly replaced by the whiny, indulged preeners who shame us all today.
Dude, you've clearly never knocked back an 8-ball in one night. For men like us it would be like cooking up all your father's disappointment and injecting it into your veins.
If it could take away my sorrow about Cameroon BLOWING UMPTEEN CHANCES in their game and getting eliminated early, again, I would totally do it Italian style. Damn you Denmark! Then again, I saw a really hot band from Denmark yesterday, so I am conflicted. And thus I reach my five comment limit.
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o.k, oops. Forza Italia!!!
o.k, oops. Forza Italia!!!
If italy don't best the
If italy don't best the all-whites I won't eat pizza for the rest of my life.
7:00 Goal New Zealand!! Ok I
7:00 Goal New Zealand!! Ok I won't eat non-whole wheat crust pizza for the rest of my life.
offside. maybe the rub of the
offside. maybe the rub of the green has finally rubbed off for italy..
28:00 Order is restored to
28:00 Order is restored to the footballing world.
I don't understand that
I don't understand that Italian celebration ritual. What does it mean? "I love you so much I am now going to snorkel the snot out of your prodigious Roman nose and we can pass it back and forth, forever"? (With apologies to Miranda July.)
i was too busy posting to
i was too busy posting to notice. now scrambling madly to supply you with the trivia . . . bron! where's my match stats pack!!!!?
For you to want for anything
For you to want for anything on Father's Day is an outrage. An outrage!
it turns out the goal scorer
it turns out the goal scorer feared he had stomach cancer and went in for a endoscopy just before the tournament started. the only thing they found was a big lump of cocaine.
they removed it, he made the plane and the score is 1 all.
as you of all people can well
as you of all people can well imagine it's a full month of father's days over here.
What!? Has Italian football
What!? Has Italian football fallen so far that its stars have to mule their own snow on international flights? Aren't there hangers-on eager and willing to perform that risky service for them? Although that does clarify the gesture. Perhaps it meant, "You are so cool right now you are like high-grade cocaine and I am going to form a big tube out of my hands and hoover up some of that good stuff and then go off and score a goal of my own with that newfound energy." Such a rich, nuanced culture.
Does anyone have Adrian
Does anyone have Adrian Mutu's number in their iPhone? He could really clear things up for us. And then of course there's the infamous robbie fowler goal celebration.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYEMa465re0
And it came from a penalty. Spooky.
And so, as we meander along,
And so, as we meander along, we stumble across the moment when things began to go terribly, terribly wrong with British football, when the hard men up from the Cornish mines who ran about in the rain and kicked each other in the shins as hard as they could and laughed at how much better it felt than a punch in the face from their dear old da' were slowly replaced by the whiny, indulged preeners who shame us all today.
But I digress. Forza, Azzurri.
Dude, you've clearly never
Dude, you've clearly never knocked back an 8-ball in one night. For men like us it would be like cooking up all your father's disappointment and injecting it into your veins.
Those were some hard, hard, spice boys.
If it could take away my
If it could take away my sorrow about Cameroon BLOWING UMPTEEN CHANCES in their game and getting eliminated early, again, I would totally do it Italian style. Damn you Denmark! Then again, I saw a really hot band from Denmark yesterday, so I am conflicted. And thus I reach my five comment limit.
G-g-g-o-o-o-al™ out.
you've been a ray of sunshine
you've been a ray of sunshine on this dreary match. what is wrong with the favourites this year?
ok so a draw means what re:
ok so a draw means what re: my pizza eating? a little help over here.
you can only eat lamb & kiwi
you can only eat lamb & kiwi pizza
DONE! Will you make me one?
DONE! Will you make me one?
G-g-g-o-o-o-al™ you
G-g-g-o-o-o-al™ you didn't even have Italy as one of your teams!! Were you someone's proxy or just doing me a big favour?