World Cups make you tired. I have been out every night for the past two weeks. And I'm not counting a trip to the shops or the takeaway place around the corner as out. I've been out dining, partying and watching games. Almost always creeping in at an ungodly hour and praying my liver is not divorcing me. At the moment, I've taken a couple of days off from the party circuit and my liver is starting to talk to me again. But I'm afraid if we have one more slip-up we're headed for court.
South American men are hawt. It's not just the women who are all exotic and pretty, it's the men too. Not sure what they're drinking over there but it's working. Instead of going for traditional nationalities like Brazil or Argentina, ladies we suggest you look at Chile. Hotties galore and really nice. Also approach Brazilians with care, they are extremely forward. If that's what you're into, go find one now and have a good time.
I'm totally broke. Like January broke. But if possible even worse. All that partying takes its toll on my bank balance. Not to mention I've had to buy lots of memorabilia. All those soccer shirts, flag mirrors and flag leg warmers don't come cheap. Tomorrow is pay day and if you're looking for me, I'll be sleeping outside the ATM.
My hormones are going crazy. Apart from my wallet, these have been the worst hit by the World Cup. Everywhere I look there are hot men. I'm not just talking about the soccer hotties, it's the fans and supporters that are making me blush and wear revealing clothing. In winter. The nice thing is many of them are friendly and are here to have a good time. Some of them aren't as friendly and we have been subjected to varying degrees of dodginess including someone asking if we'd like to know a little German and then pointing at his penis; and someone offering free hugs but then trying to slip in the tongue.
Yoann Gourcoff almost had me licking the TV. This French hottie was given a straight red in the game against South Africa and on replays some commentators were struggling to see why. Looking at him, I clearly know the reason. His beauty was clearly too distracting for anyone else on the field. After he left, we did go on to win the game. Although France didn't deserve to go through to the next round, Yoann is more than welcome to hang around Skinny Bitches crib.
Ex-Oh! Ex-Oh!
