adrenaline-pumper

despite the impressive scorecard of 3-0 in the Arsenal v Villareal game, i felt let down by Villareal's players. the fighting spirit they had shown in the knock-out stage was completely gone. if only they fought with an ounce of the fierceness, the game would be more entertaining.plus, what was up with the good behaviour? only one yellow card? tsk, tsk, that was angelic in Arsenal's book.

yup, i'm blood-thirsty like that, but who am i to complain? ARSENAL WON! woo-hoo!

Arsenal set up a semi final match against Manchester United. Porto v Man U was a snoozefest. yes, i know all about the "best goal ever scored" contender by Ronaldo and that they made history by being the first English team to beat Porto at home soil. it still doesn't change the fact that the game was a snoozefest. boo Ronaldo boo. even striking a goal from a 30-plus metre didn't do it for me. what a douche. does he really think that taking off his shirt at the end of the game can get him some chicks?

okay, i concede. there's a throng of sluts who will be really glad to show him some lovin' (especially tonight. i don't expect less than an orgy), but he'll always be a douche. that's the most  important part because i hate douches especially when it comes to a footballer-type, leather-ed skin, oily-haired, waxed-chest kind of douche. 

yup. i really hate him.

anyway, that Theo Walcott is really hot. now, that is someone who i'll be glad to show some lovin'. he really does it for me. oh, when i saw him running and gasping for breath, i got hot and bothered all over.

okay. no need to get graphic. you get the drift anyway.

don't fuck this up, young Gunners. i'm hoping to see you in the finals against Barcelona-of course. let's relive the 2006 tragedy with a different result to show them all. 

p/s: since i'm bored and i'm online most of the day, i leave comments everywhere, even on my barely-knew friends' pages. sadly, most of them didn't get the jokes and just ignored me. do they really think i wanted to leave them comments if i was busy and all? really, what did they think i do everyday? think of them all the time and make up perfect sentences to leave on their pages? they are so stuck-up that i'm tempted to show them the middle finger.