Another RAWK classic:
I can't even tell you how much I just want this season to be over now, a much as I have enjoyed it. Lets just win the [Poor language removed] thing. For [Poor language removed]'s sake...
That's like saying, "as much as I've enjoyed chatting up the hot bird all night, and fending off the competition with my irresistible charm, I just want to get her in the cab, get her home, and blow my beans up her as quick as possible".
The league title is coming home. She's gone to get her coat. The competition who were flinging their big fat wallets around all night are all but out of the equation. They failed to impress her. The honest guy won. She's chosen Liverpool. She's wet for us. She want us
All we have to do now is assume boss mode, take her out of the club, hold her hand on the walk to the cab, tease her on the drive home, put the key in the front door, take her upstairs, and show her who the real big dicks in town really are. And when she wakes in the morning, lovingly let her know that shes the 19th triumph of 18 glorious previous conquests. Let her look around the room, and realize that she's finally in the bedroom of her destiny.
And just so she knows shes loved, give her a wink, tell her work has to be done, and that she can expect a call soon for conquest number 20. You know? Let her know shes not a one night stand. That shes finally found her rightful place. And that shes in good care. The league title is about to get it, Liverpool style. The lucky little minx. Because we're the suavest motherfuckers in football right now. Its nailed on.
Does that make us her less-bladdered mate who drags her to the Ladies and saves her from a fate worse than death?
Got to admit "the real big dicks in town" rang true for me though...