United wax those frogs.

To be perfectly honest, I just really liked this picture.  It sums up exactly how I felt yesterday. 

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!

What the fuck was that?  Nani with a gross leg and an even filthier header...  I only wish Rooney had played in that game.  He did?  What?  Where?  Liar.  I've been bitchin' about Michael Carrick for years and he, lucky for us, right before this shitbag signed long-term.  I'm honestly at a loss for words and it's been days since this game.

I'm just pissed.  Who doesn't hate losing to Liverpool?  No one.  It's like losing to an actual toilet in anything.

I'm not even gonna bother looking for a gross picture of Nani's shin or a funny picture of Gerrard making out with a dude-chick, I'm that angry.

Liverpool sucks.

Yeah, I've been absent.  Sorry, but a motherfucker who just had a 5-month-long escapade of bitches, train robbery, forgery, some counterfeiting, hell I did shit that would make Charlie, Emelio, Lynsey and their dad Michael Douglas announce me as WINNER has got nothing to apologize for.  Nope.  Not me.  There was some hard time done, but you should see those other cons, the ones I handled.  I call them cons now 'cause I've been there.  I'm out now, and yeah, there was some god damned tunneling and Shawshank shit, shit that would have made Red fucking freak out and sail that boat from Zihuantanejo and just thankfully sink that shit with him and Tim Robbins on it with a glass of Chianti and some fava beans, thankful they didn't go what I went through just to post this shit.  I say shit a lot now too...I'm institutionalized I guess.  I got out of the shit with just shear will, my bitch Kenny, and two cigarettes (really hard to tunnel with cigarettes, but I just smoked that shit and used Kenny as a tunnel plow) and with a white hot desire to see United beat the living shit out of Liverpool.  So I'm ready boys, I went through hell and back, ready to beat those god damned losers.  I hated losing to Chelsea last week, but we all knew that was bullshit and anyway I just heard about it from behind bars so I didn't see David Luis do his shit or one of the lamest awarded god damned penalty shots I've ever seen heard about from my bitch Kenny awarded.

Big game tomorrow, boys.  I really think after Arsenal's drunken faceplant today that if we win this fixture we win 19.

Rooney's back. Welcome home, jerk.

He's back.  Always feels nice when the club and player use United fans as negotiating ploys.  Welcome back, a-hole.  Start banging in some fucking goals.

Rooney's Fuck You to Us

What the fuck, Wayne?  Really.  You're gonna roll over money?  Pull a Carlos Tevez on us?  If all speculation is true Rooney's going to leave over cash.  I know the guys struggling and probably going to rightfully have to pay out his ass for a divorce, but he can't leave United, right?  We're the ones that love him, that get him.  We're the ones that have had his back after every petulant time he lost a ball and ran back to kick an opponent or plow some prostitute.  He's our white Pele.  He's our talisman.  Our identity.  Or maybe he's just another gifted athlete that says the right things until there's a contract dispute.  He'll take all the admiration, the glory, and then flip us all off on the way to Real Madrid...  Thanks Wayne.  Now I've got to burn the jersey I've been putting on my son for the past 3 years.  Sorry, boy.  He doesn't give a fuck about you, boy, he needs a new Ferrari full of cash money...those hoes aren't free.  

I hope he never wears a United jersey again...or, you know, just signs a contract and keeps his mouth shut.

Berbatov's Hattrick on the Scousers

Okay, okay...  Get off my back Berba's Girl.  I've not been posting because for some god awful reason I couldn't get the last two United games on television.  I missed the Everton game and the friggin Liverpool game all because my cable company doesn't offer Setanta.  Lame, I know.

That being said... I've waffled to and fro on one Dimitar Berbatov, although never on the sweetness of his name.  It always pissed me off how much United fans hated him, yet I knew why.  It's hard to watch him slink around sometimes, he's kind of the white Le Sulke.   He's doesn't smile often and I've had my worries over his lack of drive, mental make-up, and chain-smoking, but no longer.  Damn it, I'm on BOARD, Berba's Girl!  I may have the same crush on him that you do now.  By the highlights I've hunted down on the internet-superhighway-web thing I've seen Berbatov gold.  How great was that shot?  And if you don't know yet which one I'm talking about turn your tv on and you'll see that shit.  Bitchin.  Then United shits the bed and give the scousers back 2.  Who comes to the rescue?  The smokin' Bulgarian.  Word.