THE RINGS OF THE LORD
I’m the Lord of my house. When World Cup season begins, the remote control shall be glued to my palm. No ifs. No buts. I am the LORD!
The Holland vs. Argentina game last night was the 40th match in the World Cup. This means, we’re already 5/8th of the way there, with only 24 matches left. My self-induced sleep depravation should technically be over after the final.
However, going by the previous World Cup tournaments, I’m preparing myself for major withdrawal symptoms resulting from the conclusion of the megafootiefest. That will be the time that I’d go watch any football match I can get the chance to. I watched the local tournaments. Bardhan Cup matches. President’s Cup matches. Even at the nearby pitch, where balding, overweight men - not unlike Fat-boy Ronaldo himself but with way lesser skills - try to emulate the pros. You see, any game will do, as long as I get my daily fix.
Although by then, I won’t be walking around like a zombie during the day anymore but there’s always the perpetual craving for a late night/early morning game. The bags under my eyes demand that I hire a part-time porter to carry them.
The Holland vs. Argentina game last night was the 40th match in the World Cup. This means, we’re already 5/8th of the way there, with only 24 matches left. My self-induced sleep depravation should technically be over after the final.
However, going by the previous World Cup tournaments, I’m preparing myself for major withdrawal symptoms resulting from the conclusion of the megafootiefest. That will be the time that I’d go watch any football match I can get the chance to. I watched the local tournaments. Bardhan Cup matches. President’s Cup matches. Even at the nearby pitch, where balding, overweight men - not unlike Fat-boy Ronaldo himself but with way lesser skills - try to emulate the pros. You see, any game will do, as long as I get my daily fix.
Although by then, I won’t be walking around like a zombie during the day anymore but there’s always the perpetual craving for a late night/early morning game. The bags under my eyes demand that I hire a part-time porter to carry them.
The rings around my eyes are so conspicuous, no amount of make-up (not that I wear any, macho guy and all) can conceal them. So remarkable are the rings that I even have a name for them.
I call them THE RINGS OF THE LORD.
Note:
This post is like the calm before the storm. Normal service shall resume in the next post when my fav topic of copulation shall be featured.
JEKYLL
posted by JekyllHyde at 2:56 pm
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Caaaan....which would u prefer, the IWallop or iLockUp? ;)
to get rid of the rings, let's go for a botox injection. i know of a doctor who said he's willing to experiment on guinea pigs or suckers (like me).
and i just cant wait for your next copulation post. will it discuss in details the cleaving cicada or playing the jade flute technique?
go go argentina!!!
Eyebags on a man can be sexy. Like Gary Sinese’s.
tak tau hape nak komen lah ni..tekedu sat akibat cik pudenda punya cleaving cicada..hehehe
ttg,
ride 'em cowgirls! Praise the Lord! :P
pug pud,
not dr bell i hope!
cookie,
mine dah macam Zsa Zsa Gabor's luggage! not quite sexy :(
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ohho! it was your good friend dr bell. jom jom!!!
Very pretty design! Keep up the good work. Thanks.
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