WTF Are Excersoles?

The digital age has brought us innumerable benefits. I’ll list a few in case you’ve been stuck in 1975 and really haven’t a clue what’s happened since buying your last pair of Excersoles.

Filmmaking is now easier than it was to pick up a hooker on West 29th St. Since the cunt named Giuliani exiled them to somewhere south of Hoboken, many have figured out how to really use the system. I’ve heard of a group that pooled money from a month’s worth of swallowed babies and formed their own online sex shop filled with home made flicks. Now they’re filthy…filthy rich that is. So what they’ve put Habib’s Videos out of business! He can sell all those VHS copies of Behind the Green Door as collector’s items. I can use a fresh copy.

And remember when you were forced to memorize math formulas? No need anymore my son. You can point and click sines and cosines all day long.

Insurance claims processing is super fast now. Seriously! Most of the fat cunts who handle them used to own auto body shops that their slutty ex-wives now own. They come out with their digital cameras and their laptops and in less time than those quick sessions in bed with your ex Mrs. (yeah, the same sessions that made her your ex), you have a check in hand for damages that were your fault because you were sending a text message instead of paying attention to the road.

We also have blogs now. Boy do we have blogs! Football blogs are good places to catch up on the latest transfer gossip, let the world know what you think about your club’s manager, or if you believe Rooney gives it to Ronaldo up the bum. But most of them are fairly ordinary. This blog strives to be a little different. I like to think this is where those who need to say something can come and let loose. I don’t feel that any healthy male with a reasonable income, who is not physically handicapped, should ever complain. Palestinians, starving Haitians, that Sudanese woman who just got raped, again, have the right to complain.

Having said that, I also accept that football fans have as much to rant about as anyone else. That is if you accept that football is life. I do, BTW. So for those who cannot stomach the language used here, or the venomous attacks on opposing players and managers, or the expressions of hate for the lack of substance in pop culture, or if you just don’t like my position on anything from curry to mondongo, from SUV’s to yoyos, from Jill Scott to the legacy of Adi Dassler, I don’t give a shit. This is the place to discuss football and almost anything else. If you don’t like it here, go read someone else’s pile of dung. I offer that too but at least I admit it and have no pretense about being anything but frank, willing to hear and share an opinion, and a lover of The Beautiful Game.