but if I cut you, Nando, you still bleed Liverpool red
I had a great weekend from wandering the sunny streets of DC to screaming at hockey in a bar (much to the amusement of various guys who apparently find it bemusing that girls are into hockey, okay then) and knocking back Fireflies (sweet tea vodka & lemonade ♥) to watching the absolute terriblamazing clusterfuck that was Game 3 of the Pens-Flyers series. But I'm going to take a little break from hockey to talk about how I accidentally rediscovered all my feelings about football.
I mean, first, there were all those pics of Xabi Alonso in a suit looking ungodly hot.
And then Saturday night at the bar, alongside all the great hockey, they were also replaying the Liverpool-Everton match and STEVIE G ON MY TV. ♥♥♥ I still hate you Suárez but YAY LIVERPOOL. Get some.
And then I remembered how this video from a week ago made my day:
(source)
I LOVE YOU CRISPY, I DO. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR RIDICULOUS TALENT AND YOUR UNHEALTHY AMOUNTS OF HAIR GEL. AND I REALLY LOVE YOUR THIGHS OF THUNDER.
Kaká appreciates them too. :D :D :D
Related, here is a 30K CrisKa AU rec where Cris is a half-demon and Kaká is a priest.
REAL MADRID V. BARCELONA THIS SATURDAAAAAAY.
The only response to all these feelings, of course, was to go reread all of
conspiire's football/World Cup superlatives askfdkls ugh she is the funniest. Hair possession: a fact you ignore at your own peril. Trufax.
Speaking of hair, Nando is blond again. NANDO IS BLOND AGAIN WHY DID YOU LEAVE US YOU TERRIBLE PERSON? ;_______;
And, okay, because I can never not have hockey thoughts, here is a fun and shallow thought: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE KANER TEACHING JEFF HOW TO UNDERSTAND A DIRTY JOKE? (Or
forochel should finish and post the Kaner/Jeff she's chatficced at me...) I just need Jeff to be introduced to debauchery through Kaner debauching him any means necessary, for the good of Jeff's future career in the NHL. I would write this myself but it would require the invention of too many "that's what she said" jokes and those are hard.
Yeah. You see what I did there.
I mean, first, there were all those pics of Xabi Alonso in a suit looking ungodly hot.
And then Saturday night at the bar, alongside all the great hockey, they were also replaying the Liverpool-Everton match and STEVIE G ON MY TV. ♥♥♥ I still hate you Suárez but YAY LIVERPOOL. Get some.
And then I remembered how this video from a week ago made my day:
(source)
I LOVE YOU CRISPY, I DO. I LOVE YOU AND YOUR RIDICULOUS TALENT AND YOUR UNHEALTHY AMOUNTS OF HAIR GEL. AND I REALLY LOVE YOUR THIGHS OF THUNDER.
Kaká appreciates them too. :D :D :D
Related, here is a 30K CrisKa AU rec where Cris is a half-demon and Kaká is a priest.
REAL MADRID V. BARCELONA THIS SATURDAAAAAAY.
The only response to all these feelings, of course, was to go reread all of
Speaking of hair, Nando is blond again. NANDO IS BLOND AGAIN WHY DID YOU LEAVE US YOU TERRIBLE PERSON? ;_______;
And, okay, because I can never not have hockey thoughts, here is a fun and shallow thought: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE WRITE KANER TEACHING JEFF HOW TO UNDERSTAND A DIRTY JOKE? (Or
Yeah. You see what I did there.
