I am currently posting from my cousins' house in North Carolina. Yes, we made it. My brother and I felt like throwing up for most of the drive down but we survived and despite hoarse voices from everyone, we are doing fine
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Tomorrow afternoon I will be planted in front of my television as I watch Germany whip the Italians. I will most likely scream like a lunatic during most of the match and when I'm not doing that I will be tensely chewing on my fingers/fingernails/watchbands/shirt/whatever. There will also be great anguish during which I yell random insulting
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Number 8 for England is Frank Lampard. Not John. It's really not that hard to keep straight. Perhaps you should just shut up if it will be too difficult for you
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