Today was meant to be a day full of victory and celebration, however it has turned out to be a nightmare which wouldn't go amiss in a Stephen King novel. First of all I lost at table tennis to Chris Wilson, it was more akin to an annihilation, now I know how Baghdad feels like. Then on the journey back from the scene of my defeat, I find out that one of my favourite porn stars was cruelly taken away from me by a knife wielding Islamic maniac, to compound the matter he's only going away for 8 years, this is not a fair punishment considering how much fun he's just taken away from the world and me in particular.
Now I have just lost at pro evolution soccer, without even the consolation of a return fixture. On the the upside though I have realised that I need an Ipad and a scooter in my life, it's the only way I cheer myself up after this disastrous day.
Anyways now to the upin for some bar maid action! hopefully with finkle's Paris Hilton look alike friend.
See you tomorrow, Same place. Same Blog.
P.S Frank better appreciate the new lounge set up, clean kitchen and the impending man cave, with ipads, hp slates, log fires, cognac, greek bathrobes and fine lighting.
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