It's not just your boot. In can be our boot.
Medina supposedly gets back this weekend, and its about fucking time too. We're all hollow shells without him. Pasa is dull and listless, I'm a wreck, Shaun wont stop pawing at the furniture...It's about time we had our base in Hobartville back.
After the shit that keeps happening to the Russian Navy (submarine mishaps, reliving 'the Hunt for Red October' like it actually happened), I've come up with the one thing that will save them. Renaming their ships after their tennis stars. What self respecting sailor wouldn't take care of the submarine Maria Sharapova? Or want to serve on the missile cruiser Anastasia Myskina.
I've come up with an idea for a reality TV show. Go to South East Asia, and have someone plant some drugs on you (alternatively, you could take your own). You spend the next few months/years in prison and afterwards, you win the cash prize (book/movie/New Idea deal). I'm sick of people bitching about what they would do for $10 million (and I'm probably one of them), so it's time to put up or shut up.
You could even have a celebrity version. What kind of person wouldn't want to see Paris Hilton in a Vietnamese prison.
Well, anyway. I'm enjoying the Dalton Bond movies at the moment. Yes, you read me, enjoying.
Thinking of playing cricket this summer. One of the only drawbacks is the little league episode of South Park. Will I be bored or will it be cool. Or will it be my innings as India against Jim's Bangladesh on PS2 cricket - all out for nine.
After the shit that keeps happening to the Russian Navy (submarine mishaps, reliving 'the Hunt for Red October' like it actually happened), I've come up with the one thing that will save them. Renaming their ships after their tennis stars. What self respecting sailor wouldn't take care of the submarine Maria Sharapova? Or want to serve on the missile cruiser Anastasia Myskina.
I've come up with an idea for a reality TV show. Go to South East Asia, and have someone plant some drugs on you (alternatively, you could take your own). You spend the next few months/years in prison and afterwards, you win the cash prize (book/movie/New Idea deal). I'm sick of people bitching about what they would do for $10 million (and I'm probably one of them), so it's time to put up or shut up.
You could even have a celebrity version. What kind of person wouldn't want to see Paris Hilton in a Vietnamese prison.
Well, anyway. I'm enjoying the Dalton Bond movies at the moment. Yes, you read me, enjoying.
Thinking of playing cricket this summer. One of the only drawbacks is the little league episode of South Park. Will I be bored or will it be cool. Or will it be my innings as India against Jim's Bangladesh on PS2 cricket - all out for nine.