Monday, April 16, 2007
Play it again, Osama
I went to another half marathon on Sunday and it was turbo shite. The race was sponsored by a bottled water company, and all the spectators had small flags and hats with the logo of the water company on them. But did they have any water for the runners who were pegging around 21km to drink? Did they fuck, the fucking, thieving cunts. People kept keeling over and dying and the ambulance was very busy. I said to this marshall "Do I look like a fucking camel?" and she did not answer, she just waved a flag with the logo of the water company on and blew a whistle. I finished the run, of course, keeping myself going by my insane rage, and flirting with a man, to get his bottle of water off him. I hope he did not have herpes.
Morocco can fuck off. If only those terrorist muppets were together enough to blow the place up properly, I'd sacrifice myself just to get rid of the fucking shithole. That is all.
No wonder the poor deluded fuckers want to blow themselves up.
Beat that London, Paris or New York with your sophisticated metropolitan ways.
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