A Z Z U R R I // F L U R R Y ! ! !
Today has been one L O U D honk.
I can still hear the irritating, shrieking sound my soccerball-whistle made (I love it!) I was on College Street and St. Clair Avenue for quite some time... what a party.
Definately got some pictures coming your way!
And WHAT A RUSH - let me tell you.
Growing up I was always really enthused by the World Cup, but I've always ended up abandoning all hope. I never thought I'd actually end up seeing the cute-ass boys who play for italian culture everywhere party like it's 1982 (our last World Cup Championship WIN!)
And here Sunday July 9 comes, with a bitter French team and an Italian victory that was sweeter than limone gelato from La Paloma.
No one in that tournament deserved the cup like the Azzuri did - and I say this based on watching 60%(give or take) of the matches in that tournament. NOT because I'm... yes, Italiano.
Although that helps ;)
It's Italian PRIDE, baby!
Count 'em baby... 4 time World Cup Champions!
And before I end this green, white, and red post, I must trash-talk Zinedine Zidane. For the mere purpose of making my opinion publicly known.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT. HEAD-BUTT. ABOUT!?!?!
Is he some sort of bull; in DYER need of anger management?
One wouldn't be crazy in assuming so, now would they...
But I'm glad he's going to be remembered that way after doing what he did.
He's a raging, sore-losing lunatic.
I mean, I actually used to like (RESPECT!) Zidane! I found him to be an awesome football player and an even better star player on an already incredibly talented team.
Twist his nipple a little and boy do you ever turn on a French wife-beater.
His wife must LOVE getting into arguments with THAT.
Go fuck yourself Zidane... and pardon my French, too.
I'm signing off now...
(Can you tell I'm excited?)
ITALIA!
Numero UNO del mondo, 2006!
Buona notte.
I can still hear the irritating, shrieking sound my soccerball-whistle made (I love it!) I was on College Street and St. Clair Avenue for quite some time... what a party.
Definately got some pictures coming your way!
And WHAT A RUSH - let me tell you.
Growing up I was always really enthused by the World Cup, but I've always ended up abandoning all hope. I never thought I'd actually end up seeing the cute-ass boys who play for italian culture everywhere party like it's 1982 (our last World Cup Championship WIN!)
And here Sunday July 9 comes, with a bitter French team and an Italian victory that was sweeter than limone gelato from La Paloma.
No one in that tournament deserved the cup like the Azzuri did - and I say this based on watching 60%(give or take) of the matches in that tournament. NOT because I'm... yes, Italiano.
Although that helps ;)
It's Italian PRIDE, baby!
Count 'em baby... 4 time World Cup Champions!
And before I end this green, white, and red post, I must trash-talk Zinedine Zidane. For the mere purpose of making my opinion publicly known.
WHAT. THE. FUCK. WAS. THAT. HEAD-BUTT. ABOUT!?!?!
Is he some sort of bull; in DYER need of anger management?
One wouldn't be crazy in assuming so, now would they...
But I'm glad he's going to be remembered that way after doing what he did.
He's a raging, sore-losing lunatic.
I mean, I actually used to like (RESPECT!) Zidane! I found him to be an awesome football player and an even better star player on an already incredibly talented team.
Twist his nipple a little and boy do you ever turn on a French wife-beater.
His wife must LOVE getting into arguments with THAT.
Go fuck yourself Zidane... and pardon my French, too.
I'm signing off now...
(Can you tell I'm excited?)
ITALIA!
Numero UNO del mondo, 2006!
Buona notte.