There are 3 certainties in life.
Taxes
Death
and that Essendon are a bunch of <insert a word>.
I have a problem, a condition that is unhealthy. I hate Essendon more than just about anything. I hate them so much that I can't attend a game because of a mixture of being worried how I may act and end up in lock up for the night and the fact that I don't think I can risk a loss and handle attending a game seeing Essendon supporters happy. But stuff em, I'm going and ge I hope the boys get up.
This is my outlet because my hatred for Essendon is bordering on the lines of being self destructive. I think I need help.
If there is
one game,
one moment this year that I could wish for - its to smash these <insert swear words x 17> gutless weak drug enhanced <insert 7 more swear words> red and black filth scum bag pigs on Saturday Night and whipe there face in the dirt and their own pee. To see Jame$ Hird and Bomber Thomp$on squirm in their coaches box as another season at Windy Hill starts to self combust would be ecstasy.
Lift Boys!
Cotchin lead us! Deledio run for us and shack the tag! Jack pluck those marks, run hard and kick straight! Big Ivan kill! Rance and Chaplin punch! Vlastiun and Ellis inspire us with out side run and run all day boys!!
Come on Boys!@#!# These blokes are a pack of ******!!! YELLOW AND BLACK ARMY!@! LIIIIIIFFFFFT!!
Lets fill the G and explode! Bring on Saturday NIGHT = THEY ARE NOOOO GOOD!
#runsthroughabrickwall