Wed 28 Oct 2009
We here at Food Court Lunch always take the view that if you are going to do something, do it right. We take this view, but generally fail to apply to our careers, friendships, driving, masturbation, horseback riding or anything we actually try. We’re fucking lazy, is what I am saying. Also, we talk a lot of shit. Also, we constantly steal from “Take A Penny” jars. Wow, this confessional is becoming pretty cathartic.
Because we are such sloths, we find it inspiring when someone actually plans on doing something then properly follows through. It’s an incredible motivator to us. Sure, we follow it up with brutal green-eyed jealously and general cattiness, but underneath it all we are impressed. Take the act of invading the field during an athletic event. You could just leap on to the field, run around shirtless and wait to get tackled by security. You could do that, but why? Why go halfway when you could get on the field and PUT IT IN THE BACK OF THE FUCKING NET!!!! BOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!
Well done, bloated and pasty Englishmen. Well done.
October 28th, 2009 at 12:24 pm
I would have liked to also see the post-goal lead-pipe beating in the catacombs of the stadium. Otherwise, well done!
October 28th, 2009 at 12:33 pm
@ rusrus:
I am sure those two Limey go-getters took their beatings like pros.
October 28th, 2009 at 1:48 pm
Kenny Chesney thinks you have a catchy title.
October 28th, 2009 at 3:03 pm
I find it quite disturbing that driving made you think of masturbation which led to horseback riding.
October 28th, 2009 at 3:49 pm
Seriously, that was a pretty nice goal.
The first guy’s a tard and gets stuffed by the goalie, but alas, the goalie had no rebound control. The second guy controls a waist-high ball and then one times it into the net with authority. Pretty flippin awsome.
October 28th, 2009 at 4:04 pm
@ MattK:
Kenny Chesney is also rubbing my leg and calling me “Peyton” as we speak. He is also asking me to stop squinting so much because it reminds him of bad times.
@ Sully:
Let he who has not jerked off on a leather saddle cast the first stone, Sully.