I view soccer as a game for poofs. You don't have to be gay to play, but it probably helps. Every weekend, I look out my window and watch a couple of teams of fags run back and forth kicking a ball this way and that and then leaping on each other sticking tongues in each others ears. And they're not even drunk. Soccer should be played in skirts.
These packs of poofs come with fleets of fag-mobiles - hotted up WRX's, boganated Commodores, Jap 4-pot screamers with spoilers the size of surfboards on the rear deck. Today however brought something new - a normal looking Holden Ute in a normal looking colour, but with a traditional big block under the bonnet. At the end of a game, one of the mincing queens hopped into it and did a fair sized burnout when leaving. He also managed to peel rubber when changing up into second and then third, and did the same when he turned onto the City West Link. It was such a nice change from the "eeee-wooosh" of the turbo wastegates from the gookaboxes that the other rimjobs drive.
Then I started wondering - when did poofs start driving V8 utes? What is the world coming to?
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