And you thought I made up the term "Stupid Yankee Fan"* -- well, clearly I didn't. Ok, maybe I did, but isn't it ironic that I met him last night? I was so excited that I had to get my picture taken with him and flip him off. Notice my rally cap which was useless. I had to wear it the entire game, which meant that SYF (whom I had the pleasure of sitting in front of) had a blast constantly ripping it off of my head.
You don't fuck with someone's hat!
Why don't you just throw sand in my face?
Dipshit.
*Disclaimer: SYF was actually a very nice guy. He just fucked with my hat too much because we weren't in a sand box and there was no sand to throw. There was too much beer, and I'm sure that was a factor. I forgive you, Very Nice Guy. So please don't kill me. I mean, like literally, really kill me. That'd be awkward. Oh, and a total nightmare. So, I'd really appreciate it if you chose not to kill me, but instead would just enjoy this post as a piece of entertainment, which is what it is. So, thanks again for not killing me. We're cool now, right? Ok, great. Thanks. Bye.
PS Please don't forget not to kill me.
2 comments:
and he looks like a rapist, too. if you had to meet this dude, glad it was in a place filled with 50,000 other people.
You're so funny and mean, Anne. I love it.
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