"Da Australiens sent it. Zey said it was for ze shit sandwich vich vee av coming to us"
Four years ago, Andrew Reynolds was unleashing a never before seen sexual assualt on an inflatable kangaroo named Dowdzanus. He climbed on top of table at The Ranch and karate kicked and chopped in celebration. The table rocked back and forth under the extreme pressure of his weight and he threw chairs in moments of unbridled joy. This year however there was no such jubilant expression. It was those German cunts.
This World Cup has been one of let downs. Like being promised sex prior to a blind date only to find out she looks like Mikey Robins (pre-gastric bypass). Sure the tits are nice and lifting a fold to find half a BBQ chicken is a pleasant surprise but the unrelenting pressure of fighting a flacid penis to find something arousing about the encounter is distressing on a grand scale. We have seen the Soccerboos (I'm looking at you Craig Moore) being unfairly reduced to 10 men and fighting a losing battle against Mexican referees who are trying to take our jobs.
I guess what I am saying is that now Algeria is gone, is there any reason to watch and put up with vuvuzelas? Probably not. BLOGGER OUT.