earlier this week I was distracted from my
non stop porn frenzy research on the internet to hear the pleasent purr noise that I had set the mac up to inform me of an incoming email.
the email was from
reichfurer captain teh "tangles" taezar. intimately informing me of a dream he had where we were apparantly "were in an exclusive rock, climbing club in new york. We went to the dunnies to do some lines of a crushed up combo of coke , cinnamon, 4 leaf clovers and dope". but then "You start to talk really loudly and we got busted by the manager... "
I'm not sure what the cool kids of the south side of town are pushing at primary school. But up here in the grim north we are used to dealing with junkies breaking in to anything that has a door or window grabbing anything worth more than your dire straits collection for prompt delivery at the local
crime cash convertors. But now it seems us apartment dwellers will have to deal with all number of rock climbing hocked up break and entries from emaiciated looking South Yarra drug fuelled freaks sneaking up to our juliet balconies and stealing our collection of
john laws poetry precious things.
so after checking the 2nd floor windows twice I myself fell into a fevered sleep with thoughts of scrawny men creeping through my place. I decided to visualise thoughts for a new dream. Omo were holding hands with primary school children of many races and being led onto a pitch that was a squared off MCG. where we stood to attention infront of many thousands to the sounds of the Meanies strangling vanessa amoroso on stage. after shaking hands with the ref (who looked like ed rooney in ferris buellers day) off we looked up for a second to our loved ones. just as the whistle was a the alarm went off and I went to work.. aww crap.
this thought of glory in mind I believe both my co pilots on tonights game were propelled by something more than plain glorious skills, there was sheer david copperfield magic in Zebs passive aggressive midfieldmanship and goal. Stefs karate 4 goals and .5 goal extra for being a bit of a show off (cos he can). Trev the zen cat master with the one's and two's. Adams deft touch and widow maker tackles. and the glorius Teh who withstood quarter a game in goals with death threats and penalties against and still scored 5. My Jeans weren't tight enougth though and I couldn't come up with a classic bogan goal. Some ciggies tucked in the sleeve of me omo uniform would have looked sweet but. It was sweet to see some naked aggression from the otherside though and a little bit of the old rising voices and face to face malarky to bring out the yellow card for the opposition.
Great work boyzz
OMO BEAT 'BOT' 11-5!!! First victory was a craka!
