It isn't every night you walk into Bowes to discover a mess of American girls, drunk from unfamiliar stouts, with one of them claiming to have pleasured Ronaldinho.
She told me quietly I'd be next, if only I wasn't too old and didn't look like her ex-boyfriend.
"But you're much sexier than Ronaldinho, he's all gums and can't speak English."
I took solace in that before they went upon their way and I stayed with Smithwicks and the lads, but I did pass on my number. Just in case, like.
If I'm to stir anyone's soup, it might as well be a former World Player Of The Year.
14 comments:
Ooooo...
Your recent Erin Soupfull post is now taking on a w/hole different non-delicious meaning.
Oh yes. I am, once again, a bit of a champ.
Mashed.
Ewww, no Radge, please. No.
You need romance in your life, not a second-hand roger-meister.
I know a lad who was once going out with a girl who looked like Ronaldinho. Small world eh?
ahh it would be all flicks and tricks with no end product. Or would it?
Kath - But, but, Ronaldinho, like!
Narocroc - I wonder if the lad looked like this American lass, who was like a younger, more tanned Cheryl from Curb Your Enthusiasm.
Red - Time may yet tell!
I think it would be a 93rd minute screamer into the top corner.
I think it would be an own goal.
Red and Meadow - A little from column A, a little from column B.
I think the major point here is that you're still drinking Smithwicks.
Ronaldinho, sure if you gave him a pint of the ould red diesel, his teeth would slowly uncurl with the shock of it.
Shaper.
Terence - I have found my pint. Haven't touched Heineken in a pub in an age.
Errrrrrghhh Radge, Noooooooo.
It's ok, Green Of Eye, my dignity is intact.
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