A complicated weekend. Firstly of course England go and win the World Cup. For god's sake, we are supposed to be under dogs and hard working second placers... champions, bugger. Still the South African ref entered into the spirit of things handing out out penalty after penalty for no reason at all. But even this bumbling dick fuck couldn't stop the machine that is Jonnie twating that ball over the sticks.
Then, no sooner had I recovered then Georgia goes revolting... nice pics.
And some cunt calls me an "ad exec" in the Sunday Times... good grief.
If there is an after life, and I pray there isn't, I hope I come back as an Italian, I really want to sweat like a pig smelling of garlic and be covered in sad fur. oh yeah.
Mikey Jackson keeps up his amusement, 27 people held a vigil in L.A. to support him.... and of course he's innocent, Elizabeth Taylor, that huge tug boat of a woman, says he is.
I wonder at the audacity of some people.
There is a species of butterfly that shags the female then plants a stink bomb on her so no one else will fancy her...good work fella.
And now I've got Wank-Face as a neighbour filling the air with sad jokes...
And finally... what on earth is this about? People walk into Macdonalds then take their food and eat it in their cars in the car park... fucking odd.