piss trafford

it's jason's birthday on sunday, so i wanted to organise a get-together with the guys...another national atomic bomberman tournament for that matter.

when i called steve (pilot by occupation) from my list of bomberman candidates, he didn't pick up the phone...instead, he smsed me back:

steve: hey bro, i'm at old trafford (manchester united's stadium) now. what's up?
moby: haha. ok. will you be back by sunday? we're celebrating jason's birthday.
steve: no...going to celebrate my girlfriend's birthday up in kl after my flight.
moby: oh ok. btw, what the fuck are you doing at old trafford you traitor?
steve: keep your friends close, but keep your enemies closer. hahaha.
moby: hahaha. oh ok. take care. piss on manu's turf for all of us. thanks.
steve: will do. cheers.

so if wayne rooney keeps slipping on a weird yellow patch of grass somewhere in front of the posts, or if gary neville concedes a goal cuz there was a strong stench near the penalty spot, and in the highly unlikely event that manu fucks up against birmingham city this weekend...all you fellow liverpool fans know who to thank.

go reds. the real reds. cheers. =)