Rant Against The Sports Fans
This entry will start with some of my activities of the past few days. You can skip to the short rant about sports fans if you're not interested.

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As Sheena has already related, we went to Double O on Saturday. I did not blog about it firstly because the Star Wars post had a higher priority in my queue of posts. Yes, I have accumulated some ideas for posts during my hiatus and hence there is a queue. Anyway, the second reason why I did not write about clubbing was that there has already been a few of those, and while it was fun at the time, it probably gets monotonous for you guys to keep hearing about me being the God of Clubs. See? I am not totally without consideration for you headcounts. All I shall say about Saturday will be that I met LEWD member Nethia for the first time and I must say that she is hot.

She did seem a little reserved at first, though, which was totally not in keeping with her brash online image. She's quite intelligent, however, and possesses razor sharp wit that left poor Sheena in bloody tatters by the end of the night. Injenue, Icebreeze and I were much entertained by them sniping at each other over supper. And did I mention that Nethia is hot? Yes, chicks with tattoos are the rulest. I have nothing but the utmost respect for them. The level of my respect for chicks with tattoos is somewhat akin to the level of my respect for nitroglycerin near a naked flame.

I would like to say that we should go drinking again, but unfortunately, I have been spending way too much on alcohol recently, so I shall (try to) refrain from asking anyone out for drinks for a while. If any of you headcounts would like to drink with me, however, feel free to contribute the odd hundred bucks or so to my Beer Fund and I will think about it.

Oh yeah, Nethia told me that I dance well. MUAHAHAHAHAHA!

I also went drinking last night with Injenue and the rest of the lads. It would have been cool except for the fucking rain, goddammit. This proves that not only does God exist, he hates me as well.

By the way, I've picked up blading again, after a break from it of like, ten years or so. If any of you shitbricks out there likes to blade too, feel free to shoot me an email and I'll ask you along the next time I go if I think you're cool enough.

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Ok, will someone tell me what's the fucking deal with sports fans? I will never understand why some people go nuts when their favourite sport is mentioned. Take this, for example. Ever notice how some sports fans say shit like "we won" or "we lost"? It's not "we", you dumbass. It's "them". You did not win shit. They did. I've seen people who support different teams get into arguments and even fights over which team is better. What the fuck? If the teams have played each other, the team that fucking won is obviously the better one, isn't it? Deal with it, morons. What the fuck is with "supporting" a particular team, anyway? It makes no fucking sense, because firstly, the team you so ardently root for is owned by fucking fat, rich businessmen who couldn't make a basket or score a goal if their lives depended on it.



All the rest of the people involved with the "team", including the athletes and the coaches, are replaced every few months or years at the most.






So what the fuck are you supporting when you support a "team"? The only thing constant about your favourite "team" is the fucking fat fuck who owns the fucking scam. Are you supporting that tub of lard?

Seriously, you can go on and on about sportsmanship and glory and all that bullshit, but the fact remains that, at the end of the day, you're still a fat, flabby loser in front of the television who couldn't run ten metres without getting out of breath. And your heroes don't give a shit about you. They just want your money, which you foolishly give to them by buying their stupid merchandise. Oh, look. You're wearing Michael Jordan's shoes!



Congratulations, you're still a loser.

Yes, I know that the idiot shown in the picture isn't that of a basketball idiot wearing Jordan's shoes. Guess what? I don't give a shit.

Here's a picture of more idiots.


Come the fuck on, if you're not playing, what fucking difference does it make whether you're there or not? It's not like they're rock stars and the live performance sounds different from the album or something. Watch it on the fucking television and stop wasting your money, for chrissake. On the other hand, if you idiots do that, you're likely to shout and scream in the middle of the fucking night when some jock with his brains in his biceps puts a ball into a hoop and thus disturb my beauty sleep. I guess I shall just have to settle for outlawing sports when I take over the world.

Yes, the Holy Empire of Adrian shall be a cold, cheerless place, and anyone who displays the slightest hint of happiness shall instantly attract the suspicions of the all-pervasive secret police and be extensively interrogated and finally executed by sodomy, if necessary.

Man, that would be so tits.  ¶
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