Damn you. Damn you for hurting me again. I thought I’d be immune to this pain that you keep causing me. Instead it hurts even deeper. Why do you keep doing this to me? Why do you keep on hurting me like this, causing grief and misery to me? Every time you do it, it hurts even more. And every time I fall down harder and it’s tougher to pick myself up.
Damn you for drawing yet again, Arsenal. I’m hurt. I’m in pain. So much pain you can’t even begin to imagine. And damn you Eboue. If you come on the pre-season tour to Malaysia, I’ll make sure to pelt you with all the rotten tomatoes and eggs I can find. That’s for conceding the last-minute penalty.
You’ve better do something about it. I demand it.
Merry Christmas from Arseblog
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