…and what a relief!
Aside from the whole business of soccer and actual players involved, the English WAGS (wifes and girlfriends) apparently made nothing but chaos for all parties involved. A recent girls’ night out revealed the following:
“they hoovered up 19 bottles of champagne”; “they smoked countless cigarettes and tucked into vanilla panna cotta with basil ice-cream”; “one walked into a potted lime tree as she attempted to find the lavatory.” The restaurant threw them out at 3am.
Among other criticisms of the WAGS is that their inherent lack of productivity, other than binging, spending, and having babies. Mostly, they’re decorative and rowdy, in manner of Ginger Spice, which sounds odd considering that the only Spice Girl present would be Posh.
So that’s it, folks – the only World Cup posting from one ignorant of all soccer-related matters. So sorry that my lovely English friends shall be disappointed in their country’s loss to Portugal, but a very hearty bon voyage to the WAGS!
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Boobies!
Nice work, Flea. You’ve passed today’s anatomy test with flying colours.
I’d rather have bamboo shoots stuck up my fingernails rather than watch soccer. I do find it quite hilarious, however, that we as Americans embrace Figure Skating more than we do a sport that has such politcal ramifications.
Lets Go Italy Clap Clap ClapClapClap!
Oh no honey, don’t be sorry. I never gave a crap at all. But it WAS fun watching hoards (and I really mean hoards) of grown men crying on Saturday night at work.
Don’t they realise it’s just a game?
You should write about that, Miss Silk. Time permitting, of course….
I have to agree with flea