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actually Torino isn't far away from where I live, but I hate soccer. Just screwing with ya.

:x

From now on, we are enemies....you and I.

*blows out the candle. Bass intro to "Warheart" starts. Or Salieri continues his story....*

Pissed off, and i mean REALLY pissed off. I had a soccer tournament today(8.00 in the morning). We win both of our group matches and by that we knock the home team (Bonheiden) out of the semi-final. You can imagine they weren't "happy". So after a few beers in the cantine, we want to leave but the ever so sportive players from Bonheiden decided to be 'real men' and try to begin a fight. Here are their 'best' arguments:

-"Oi, you need scissors? Cus your hair is getting a bit long!"
-"If you can act like a man on the field, you got to act like one beside the field. Come on, punch me!"
-"Hey, you go to ASO(direction in High School, more theoretic learning)? You're such nerds!"

after 15 minutes of this, me and a mate got a bit tired of it and punched the 'leader' in the face. Started saying: "What's wrong with long hair now? Still want to fight? Can you see through the blood, or do you need a tissue?"

In the end, it resulted with the guy going to the hospital(only 400metres away so alas, he couldn't bleed to death) and us getting a fine for 150€.


GRAH! :evil:

You've done a good job. I would've done the same.

once my school team was playing against these losers from Estoril. anyway, a fight erupts in the crowd between two parents and one of the players, seeing his dad fighting, runs to the stands and just goes and fucks it all up even worse, soon all 22 players are fighting and dogs are lose on the stands and it's all just a huge fucking mess. the referee stops the game right there, with us winning 1-0.

anyway, i remember right after the match, the Estoril players were asking "where we study", so as to go to our school and beat us up. funny thing is the team was an, er, school team, and named after the school.

(we were a school team but most teams on the tournament weren't).

oh and nice job Fingon that ought to teach him to keep his mouth shut.

In love... And loved, and a tongue-ache

@ Fingon: Yeah that's true rock 'n' roll attitude!!!

Thats fucking great dude, and here's me think the English were the biggest Cunts in football! haha

haha, i've played many national teams lately(including England) and i can say it's a thing every country has. And my worst experience still comes from playing Germans so

The sticks were more...Real, like paintballing is better than laserquest. It wasn't really any good at all, and now I've got the mother headaches...If only I wasn't so childish.

Mixed.

Half depressed, half pleasantly contented, half warm-and-fuzzy, half "Terror of the Mall"*. I don't even really know how I feel, but I don't really care.

*(I've been listening to a lot of mainstream Black Metal lately)

annoyed: I just had a simply "wonderful" conversation with some british bloke who threatened me through msn because i talked with his (belgian) gf on myspace. I attempted to say that i wasn't hitting on her, that i have a girl of my own but he answers with and i quote: "You better now hit on her, or i would make you bleed!". After rolling my eyes excessively, i told him to sort out the obvious problems that he has, but the fucker began to say: When i visit her in Belgium, i'll hunt you down and make you sorry!"
End of conversation, and besides my annoyance about it, i must say i'm looking forward to meeting him :twisted:

Like shit. My cat jumped out a window and died.

Fuck sake man.....sorry.

A couple of days ago this guy started some shit about me saying I wanted to come and shoot/kill many of my peers. It began with approaching me(I don't really know him) and questioning me about the matter. I suppose he(and everyone) sees me as a rather obscure and troubled figure amongst my peers, and because of this he felt the impulse to suddenly fuck with me to get some kind of rise out of me. The next day I found myself being interrogated and examined, and other Nazi shit. In the end, I walked away unpenalized, but I suppose throughout your life, whether at high school or at work, there is always going to be that asshole there, trying to get you to fuck up like that.

Other than that; I'm still having a shitty day.

Shit dude...I thought it had just ran away...If it helps my dad's dog jumped off a hideously high building a while back...Wait, that's not gonna help...It happened anyway.

I feel better now. Demon Days rocks and makes me feel good. How nice, innit?

And no, that didn't help.

Oh...
Well, I can say I tried.