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.