Those of you that know me personally would testify to the fact I’m incredibly childish and immature. At 34-years-old I perhaps ought to occupy my mind with adult thoughts and sensible past times, but I don’t especially like grown ups, so why bother?
When reporting the days Arsenal news to you, the delicious reader, I try to be concise and thorough, leaving no stone unturned. Today, as I’m feeling particularly silly and juvenile, I thought I’d take a break from all that and rap it to you instead. I do love Hip-Hop music.
Yo, DJ, drop an Old School beat…
Yo – I bet my shorts Sky Sports reports a whole lot of all sorts.
My mind contorts, is it Higuain Dick Law courts? Or should I take heed to these thoughts?
I’d be distraught, if that deal didn’t occur, it’s all a blur – do I listen to him or pay attention to her? Can I confer? I think I’d better pause, if I get excited, I might be overwhelmed and delighted and produce a set of wetter draws.
But don’t fret of course, in no circumstance am I pissing my pants – they’re certainly not messed.
I merely jest, so it’s best to attest, as I’ve often stressed; you should be impressed if you hold my blathering up to a test compared to the rest. No contest.
I’m not a quitter. Or a bitter bull-shitter transmitter on Twitter. When It comes to them, I’m gonna hit a few, sit a critter down, and insist flagrant agent accounts are wiped out for you.
What else is new? Stories, there’s quite a few. Me might drop actual millions on Swansea’s Ashley Williams, or at least that’s what they say we’ll do.
But James, we thought you knew? Can’t you provide a source or insider? Do Bristolian’s just drink cider? Have you lied a time or two? Not you? You’re the side we relied on and chose to be allied to.
Calm down, folks. sit back, relax and take a few. We’ll get there in the end, we’ll battle through. Tony Adams for Chairman? That’ll do.
He wants the top job, the press says it, TA instead of Chips Keswick? He sees himself surpassin’ Arsene, although I wouldn’t stress it.
Yesterday he appeared in a legends game, we cheered and said his name. On reflection, perhaps a youthful injection into our board – the ones we’ve deplored – shouldn’t be ignored, and would win our affection.
And for today, that’s all I have got to say. Yo – I’m at the end of my flow, comments are below, so huff, puff and bellow, you fine girls and fellows.
If you have got this far, I’m glad that you lasted. This rap shit, I’ve mastered. Arseblog says “Boilk” whenever he’s plastered, I say; “thanks for reading, you beautiful bastards”