Weren't you the sage who'd predicted North Korea would beat Germany? I don't know who Jessica Landström is but Jessica is in my own personal Top 5 of names I hate.
OK, anything that involves Öqvist is not an acceptable topic of discussion as far as I'm concerned. You dirtydirtydirty girl, redcard. You have just disgusted me on an insurmountable level.
Yes, and I also predicted Germany would crash and burn in the WWC last year. My name's not cassandra. What's your point? I'm sure she's shaking in her boots, to hear you say that! Again, not even an issue. Go ahead, look at the mug shots. I am confident you will choose... wisely.
Oh, yeah. We were going to lose the WC because you thought Ratso Pohlers was indispensable. I remember it now just like it was yesterday. HahahahaHAHA!
I just checked her out. First, I could never get by such a hideous name. Second, she's no Hanna Ljungberg (who's a little cutie).
'Chicken Oriental'* morelike! I have to say, I'm definitely Sweden because of the cruel twists of 2001 and 2003. But I'm fizzing around all over the shop in bouts of fickle fun, from game to game. After all, let's remember, Sweden shouldn't even be there. *Check your urban dictionary for 'Radio Rental' etc. before mewling about not understanding.
Well, no, it didn't did it? I don't know where to find those pictures. Dear redcard816, The post-game euphoria has worn off just a bit now, and I see now that it was unfair of me to try to rush you into a decision. You're hurting right now, and you need some time to reset. Take a deep breath, have a shot or two of akavit, and keep Churchill's admonition to "Never, never, never, never give up" in mind. The Norway that beat the US is still in there; they just have to come out swinging for Brazil. They can do it! Take your time with choosing a side for Sweden v. Germany. Or choose not too. But I think you'll have more fun if you do. I'll be cheering for Norway! Who loves ya, babe? Not those other thugs, that's for sure... jocasta
Dearest Jocasta, darling, sweetie, pet. Of course Reddie will be cheering for Germany. Thanks for playing. Btw, we will beat you.
Mittag's such a cutie though. Although I am partial to Frida. I dunno. I'll have to think about it some more.
If there are any out there, she'll have them already. I wonder if I'm included there? Because all I've done is encourage some neutral fence-sitting, which is hardly thuggish.
Why encourage fence sitting? Why do you wish to deny redcard joy? Why do you wish to deny it for yourself, for that matter? If you sit on the fence, you're just perched uncomfortably on something hard, cold, and unfeeling. Come over to the Sweden side and experience the love! The offer is open to (almost) everyone. Yes, even you, Smulan. It's never to late. Finally watched Norway–Japan. Let me amend Churchill's quip to "Never, never, never, never trust your defense."
For the love of the game? For the sake of harmony? To have some company while up there? (Believing any of this?)
All of the above. Well, except for "harmony." What's that? And the air is pretty thin up here, now that you mention it; maybe I shouldn't share. No. I may be an enthusiast, but I'm not a total fool. I expect my happy bubble to be rudely burst on Friday. But at least I know the hour of my execution, and so my plan to is live every minute until then like it's my last!
OK, there's one fence I'm definitely not on, namely the one between the US and Canada. Oh, Can-a-da, I plan to stand on guard for thee. That one was easy. I like Canada. And Norway, of course. Heia norske jenter, gå nå på! Germany-Sweden I refuse to get sucked into. Which leaves... China-Japan. Easy: Japan. Even without little Tamagotchi playing . So my hopes (rather than firm beliefs): Canada Norway Japan [Fence] In the spirit of jocasta and kickinthehead: I've shown you mine, now you show me yours! (And redcard, I don't mean that in the way you think, so no photos please. Photoshopped or no.)
I suspect you might actually have been in bed, since I wrote that around 3 or 4am "BS time". Seems like a lifetime ago.
Well, well, well... After all the histrionics about the evils of fence-sitting, look who's keeping me company! Someone might need to give you a leg up. This fence is a high one. And don't forget a cushion.