being a fanatic

Yesterday was a good day and to prove it, i hav a sore throat.
Okay so i am not your everyday screaming, statistic and odds calculative footaball fan, but i am a fan. i am a fan in a way that i know the hottest players on a team and i am always inclined to the team that has the hottest of the hot. I choose manchester united. and it won some silver ware or other.

Now normally, if the game is not showing on my local tv, i can not be bothered to go looking for it, but not yesterday. it was afterall the season finale, and trophy decider for that matter. so, clad in my tomboy jeans and baggy shirt to hide the breasts, i went to a local bar, paid shs500 to the bouncer at the gate and on i went.

I almost ran back to the safety of my UTV as soon as i entered.turns out, the t-shirt did not do much in the disguise department, so it was clear to all that i was a gal, and it was clear to me that they were all skunky horny losers as they leered and teased and grabbed before i got to a safe spot at the bar.

I sat near this guy who promised me that he was going to be the best boyfriend i had ever known, but cockiness is not what was wrong with this one. He kept farting all the time or when he was not farting, he would open his mouth to talk to me and i would pull away as the hot smelly air hit my face. But even then, the smell of the fart was drowned out by the stench of all else around. boys, water is not the enemy.needless to say, i walked out of there smelling some kind of funk that i can not describe.

But i learnt one thing during the match. That Rio Ferdinand is WELL endowed.