See the fat boy.
See the fat boy run.
See the fat boy run and score.
3 - 0.
I'm loovin' it, loovin' it I tell youse.
Did someone reckon a bunch of Spanish poofters would knock Brazil out in the quarters? Really? You must be quite gutted then. Gobsmacked. Shebby-fied.
Don't forget Friday's gathering folks.
Toodles
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