I spent most of the week in college as I usually do. the project work was unusually simple this week, so more time than normal was spent on the net. And this is where the Chopper game has been found. Any spare time I had was spent trying to stop a little chopper from flying into green blocks. Sounds mad but its hugely addictive. Myself and Pecker have spent so much time playing that that its not funny. We were having great battles and he seemed to think that his score of two thousand and something was unbeatable. I piss on that score, because no later than 20 minutes ago I got 2546. I'm so happy. I lay down a challenge now to anyone to beat it. Here's a link where you can play the Chopper Game.
On Friday aswell, the most eagerly awaited game of footy took place. The build up for this started in April or May last year, when a series of 3 games took place. It was CP2 vs CP3 last year, and me being in CP2, came out the victor on 2 occasions. We are better and we proved it. So this year, with only the team names changed (its CP3 vs CP4 now), and a few transfers, the stage was set for the 1st battle of 2003. Both teams were short a few big names from this seasons squad but the game went ahead. For us, we are short a goalie, hopefully James will fill that role, Pecker was out doing project, and a couple more weren't present. As the game started, it was close. Nil nil actually!! i think they scored first, before we roared into a 4-1 lead. I picked up 3 of them. We fell asleep then, and next thing it was 4-4. The CP4's had a big fucker who was causing all sorts of hassle. For a while then, it was tit for tat. We score, they score type of thing. it was like that till it was 8-8, and the game was over when someone reached 10. I think someone pulled off a good save for us around this time, before we struck through Mike Harding to leave us with 1 goal needed for the win. Confidence was high, adrenaline was pumping and we were all shattered. but we struggled on. We were on top. CP4 were resorting to desperate defending and they cracked after a couple of minutes. A ball came in, I chested it, and let rip. 10-8 and we were singing. The CP4's took defeat graciously, but they're used to it by now. They want to play agin next week but that will depend on how busy we are. For now though, we're the best.
On Friday aswell, we came to the conclusion that women have it tough. It can't be easy to have all they're problems. Imagine if us lads had 5 - 11 days a month when we were grumpy, spotty and bleeding from between the legs. The world would not be a happy place at all. But women get it so we don't need to worry. But it still must be hard for them. They gain weight, get spotty and are generally in a bad mood. Us lads need to understand this and try stay out of the way. And it can't be easy either having to put things up their gap to stop blood ruining they're underwear. I feel I understand they're pain, and I think its best to let them get on with it. But I draw the line at having to clean up after them. Hence I don't do it. On Friday, a small bit of blood stared up at me on the toilet seat. I wanted to have a dump, but once I seen that, it sort of evaporated or something. Off to town I headed. This never happened before I must admit, and hopefully it won't again. But women are lucky. They don't need to worry about getting a slap in the stones everytime you get up in the morning. The world is full of danger for the testicle carrier's amoung us. There is so many things that can damage your manhood, that if you thought about them all, you'd never get out of bed! And even bed's not safe because you could roll over and squash them. Its not easy for us men so count your blessings ladies.
I've shit all else to say. I'm going to start packing up my gear for tonight's trip back to Limerick. Utd are 6 - 0 up now so I guess thats that. Have a good week ya'll, and try beat my chopper score.
Nighty night.