Staring Itza_Dragneel and the famous me lib (Kitty_kun2 ) lets do this!
Extremely sorry for anyone who plays soccer...
*plays 80s disco music*
Le lib: *takes deep breath in* aaaahhhh smell like balls!
Itz: *walks away*
Me: and gay guys who have no balls!
Itz: *50 miles away* keeps walking*
Me: I feel like the guys should be coming to the sporting events though, while the girls stay home...
Le lib: their just lazy, hairy, ball sacks.
Me: what's up with u and the balls...
Le lib: well I can't scream the word 'balls' to the soccer players, I mean they have none. So I'm getting it out of my system...
Me: true. true... We should probably find a seat closet to the ref... Where's Itza..?
*itza running away from cops* NO I DIDNT STEAL THIS GRAY BODY PILLOW I JUST....FOR GOT TO PAY FOR IT.... LEAVE ME ALLOOOOONNNEE.
Lib: *grabs her by the shirt* pulls her into the stadium* lets go...
Itz: *lauging at the cops*
Me: *prys the pillow away* sorry sir... She just has issues...
Itz: IssUES I HAVE THE IssuEsSSS! YOUR WERE THE ONES TALKING ABOUT BALLS AND GAY PEOPLE.
Libs: oh my my my... Itza... We are the childs of God. We do not think of that... Stealing is wrong I mean Jhon-
Me: Joseph...
Libe: oh yea. Joshler-
Me: jOseph...
Lib: sorry thinking of gay coup- gay worlds..... The world of all the same kindness...
Me: what she's trying to say is stealing is wrong and Joseph waited all the.....
*cops fell alseep*
Lib: yea were clear.. LETS GO HARASS SOME TEENAGE GAY SOCCER BOYS!
*lib and I skipping in* *itz's lifeless body sagging over Libs shoulder*
*everyone sits down* *lib drops Itza on her head*
Me: lIBer!
Libs: what...
Me:.... We're in public we can't have those cops on us again...shiver her under the bleachers...
Lib: *nods head* scoots her body under the bench*
Itza: grrAAAAYYYYY!
announcer: WELCOME FANS AND PLEASE GIVE A ROUND APPLAUSE TO OUR HOME TEAM. THE BACK STREET BOYS!
*cheers*
announcer: ON PUT STARTING TEAM WE HAVE NUMBER 45 DEXTER NUMBER 00 JACOB SAGITOURIOUS AND NUMBER 26 mARCOOO!
Libs and I: sssccccrrrrEEAAAcCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHH!
Itz: gRAY! NATSU BRO!
announcer: and may the gAYMES BEGIN
-five mins into the game-
lib: NO! NO NUMBER 16 U NEED TO FALL ON TOP OF HIM, NOT ON THE TURF U DWEEB!
Me: SMACK DAT ASS U GET SOME!
Lib: nonono.... tap, dat ass not smack, tap.
Me: your right TAP DAT ASS WOHA GET SOME!
announcer: AND MARCO KICKS! HE SCORES!
Lib and meh: YEEEUUUEAYYEUYUAYYEUYWAUYEUEYHSYUEYAUEYUEYWUAYUYUYUEYUYUYAUAYUAYAUYAUAYUAYAUAYAUYYUUUUUEYEUEYEYUEYYYUEEUUUEEEEYYU!
Lib: COMON YOU! 24 YEA U! GROW SOME BALLS AND KICK HIM IN THE NUTS LIKE U MEAN IT!
Me: jesu- HEY NO U GOTTA WIN THIS GAME U OITTLE DIPSHIT! YOU THINK NUMBER 35 WANNA FUK A WEAK ASS LIKE U!
Lib: O MY GOD! EY. NUMBER ONE! YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE NUMBER ONE STOP ACTING LIKE NUMBER 8 YOU WEAK LITTLE DIC-*commercial*
*2 mins later*
Me: no officer please! U even kno dese soccer player ain't got no balls, that's why soccer isn't called foutbual in America!
Lib: AYE! It's not my fault these gay nut suckers taste the di- rainbow!
*drivning away in a police car banking on the windows*
Itza: *wakes up with left over food all over face* crawls out from under bleacher* hmph... They got arrested agin.... *goes back to sleep*
