viernes, 19 de agosto de 2011

So, the story says...


There was a time when I was playing soccer in the park in front of home.

And I was feeling like Messi,

and actually, I´m better than that pelotudo!!!

So, as always in my soccer life

(I was born from a black and white leather ball)

I was complaining about some moments of bad luck

and also some zombie team-mates addicted to masturbation...

And, of course, I invoked my sisters and their reproductive systems... So...

The match was 1-1. We were playing better, and the oponent was a shitty team full of children.

The one wich make a goal were going to wing, that´s how it works here...

The conchasdesuerrrrmana opposite team made the goal!

¡¡¡Starting from a mistake of mine in our areaaaaaaaaaaa!!!

But... no! I´m wrong!!! It´s not the 2-1! It´s the 1-1!!! They just made a goal! We didn´t loose!

So I say, in high-masculine-argentinian voice:

- HEY, STOP!!! IT´S JUST 1-1, YOU DON´T WIN YET!!!

Everybody gets inside the court, trying to take us out, for we give them the space, for they can play...

And me, the MaraMessi, go on screaming:

- NO, IT´S JUST 1-1!!! IT WAS 1-0!!! WHEN IT WAS YOUR FIRST GOAL!?!?!?!????!!!?!?

And some young guy, a teenager, almos a sweet children, comes and scream to the WHOLE FOCKN´ WORLD:

- YEAH! WE DID IT... AND YOU SAYD "LA CONCHA DE MI HERRRMANA!!!!"

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I had no played there any more. I changed my sex. And he is buried right now.