france bitches .. #2

i am not at all stoked that italy won and have this feeling now for the next 4 years i am not going to hear the end of it. they won, eh! three fucking cheers for them: sense the sarcasm there? dude, i am not going to lie watching the game at 'little italy' was indeed enjoyable especially seeing all the weird things we saw and not to mention my face is like probably being watched by millions of people somewhere, someplace. seeing, how i was rooting (for france mind you) with a bunch of other people and say like 2-3 cameras from every different angle possible was caputuring our every move. we were all just dancing and chanting 'olay' and screaming wohooo, which by the way destroyed my voice and not to mention drinks flying in the air and a bit on me. oh yeah, and a bunch of guys felt the need to pick me up in the air while screaming italia it was rather hilarious. except for two tiny aspects:

a) i am not rooting for your damn country so put me down

b) everyone in this damn city suddenly became italian over one damn game. this aggravates me to no end. i hate bandwagon fans

i really did want france to win seeing how they had more black players on said team and besides i love zidane and henri. apparently zidane messed up his career and his country's chance of winning but undoubtedly the guy is one of the best players like ever and besides he was provoked nonetheless. if you think otherwise then you are a douchebag. zidane retired like god, priceless, and fucking badass, i know. seriously though 'little italy' after the game became one big douchebag party for all the fake-italians and fake fans. at one point i saw old men dancing to techno music outside the street, i didn't know weather i should smile or just call an ambulance in case a heart attack ensues or something. cars were clogging the streets, horns honking, doobies being smoked, cops raiding the streets doing absloultely nothing except watching hot chicks stroll by, also and some black dude walking about the streets topless .. yeah, topless. 'little italy' is genuinely an italian street in toronto and especially on said particular day we were all there for the very same reason and that was to caputure the last game on telly and so when one notices a random with no shirt on posing all day you are bound to say/do something and so i did, mind you. i did indeed walked proudly towards him and asked him if he was a model he said no and i was like yeah, sure. and he was just watching me. i felt like an ass just standing there all congested, sweaty and wishing i had a france flag so i could wave it to him and every bandwagon-fan mess of a street. anywho, later on we grabbed some food to eat and along the way i had to use the loo so i like stormed into some random pub to do my business and as mother nature was taking its toll on me i was thinking outloud why zidane did what he did and some chick who so happened to be using the stoll next time started exchanging her thoughts in regards to said game. it was weird so it made me smile with such delight because never in my life would i have thought i would be talking one on one about football in the bathroom while doing my business. like they say first time for everything and i loved every minute of it. she was hot too. very, very hot. surprisingly enough we even continued talking more about it while departing from the bathroom. she stated she was italian which i beg to differ she did not look italian just another fake, trust me i know italian i have italian in my family. as i was about to leave i gave her a huge smile which ensued into a big handshake, and apologies for the loss because i think she too wanted france to win. still i had so much fun nonetheless and as we were still walking down the street i saw an unbelievable amount of people dancing on cars and roofs, some were even drinking on the roof tops. it seemd like the world was there.

also, you should check out the song "the eraser" by thom yorke. he is fucking incredible and if you have no idea who he is .. you are pathetic.