so anyway fuck football and fuck my father for still blaming me to this day of "that one football match i missed because you decided to be born just when i finally sat down on the couch" and perfectly recalling what teams played and the final result and even at what precise minute the match started but then being unable to remember how old i was when i walked or talked for the first time or what my first words were. just family things i guess

internet

*looks at extreme gore* "eww nude ppl"

fun fact where i live the streets are filled with "horse official doodies"