Yes, I am a scouser and I have boobies AND ....
..... I've managed to con my way into writing for Petaling Street Hooligans.
Here I will fluant my female rants about footie-ball (not the kind you do under the table at Chilis k!) and my abject, unreasonable adoration for my one and only LIVERPOOL FC who can do abso-fucking-lutely no wrong.
The great, all-seeing, slavemaster, Eyeris whom I will deign to obey as he wields the all-powerful blog-owner veto rights has commanded me to write a short introduction about myself and bitch about 5 players whom I don't like.
I am a bit pressed for time today as I need to rush off to work (again!) so I am just gonna do the introduction today. (Hey! I am even ignoring my own blog for this post!)
I'll do the bitching some other time. Maybe in parts ... so you can enjoy my bitchiness in quaint little installments. =P
So anyway, here I am. My name is Scorkes and yes, I have the dreaded curse of soccer fan-dom. Yes. You know what I am talking about. I am a girl.
Which for some reason, that, in the eyes of most people renders me incapable of being a true fan. To top it off, if I meet someone in a footie chatroom and they find out that I am female ... they make this conclusion:
Female + Passion for Soccer = BUTCH
Whatever la okay... I am with the Reds and I have boobs. Get over yourselves already. =)
Okay, enough crap about me. I've got to shoot off to work so I will be back with more Petaling Street Hooliganism in a bit!