Everyone’s going on about this particular match today. There was another one that was played later in the evening but this match’s outcome seems to have gotten more verbal and media importance. First of all, that particular goal that never was is the one that had the most colourful language being practised by everyone supporting England. I could only grin at the passion it evoked. There were a lot of offers floating around on Facebook for the referee to have a free eye test at Specsavers.
To tell you the truth, I couldn’t care who won or lost. Life is just going on and not everyone is football crazy. Take my Mum for example. To her it is more important to know if Radha will get out of the evil clutches of her nasty grandma in the daily soap that she watches. These are the things that keep Mum’s clock ticking. Not some silly old football match!
Anyway, here’s a funny joke I came across on Facebook. It made me laugh….
The teacher asked the children what their fathers did for a living. All the typical answers came up: Fireman, policeman, salesman, politician, etc.However, little Bruce was being quiet, and so the teacher asked him about his father.
Reluctantly he replied, “My Dad is an exotic dancer in a gay club, and takes off all his clothes in front of other men. Sometimes, if the offer’s really good, he’ll go out with a man, rent a cheap room and let him shag him.”
The teacher set the other children to work on some coloring and then took Little Bruce aside to ask him, “Is that really true about your father?”
“No,” said Bruce, “My father plays football for England ; I was just too embarrassed to say that.