Mittwoch, 11. März 2009

4-0.
Just let that scoreline roll around your tongue like a melting chocolate Maltezer, spreading that sweet, malty satisfaction in its wake....
4-0.
It's almost sexual.
4-0.
That's what Liverpool did to Real Madrid last night.
I know it's not anything to do with my book but hey, it's my Blog, right?
Right Reg.
Nice...
4-0.

Mmmmmm, I feel all warm and toasty now.
Time for bed.

Reg :-)

Kommentare:

tee hat gesagt…

Yeah yeah :-)

tee taking the mick at The 'pool hat gesagt…

Ha ha :-)
off to do my blog now as I have a bit of spare time for a change. Then a bit more of Frankus Delaneyus.