Beer is the reason: for such a nice day.
Ah sweet bliss. Living in little Portugal/Little Italy is nice. Plenty of bakeries, love the custard tarts, beautiful european women in hot clothes, and cafe's and patios all over the place.
The bad? EVERY FREAKING SOCCOR CUP YEAR! Italy? Go It-a-lia! Portugese? Go Portugal! Portugal out? Go Brazil! Wankers, the lot of them.
The worse? They freaking drive up and down the street honking their gawdamn horns at 3am on a weekday! Fuckers! People work tomorrow! Shut the fuck up! AND it's not even the semi-finals or finals!
For so much negativity why is today such a nice day? Well the first paragraph above is true. Italy or Portugal making it to the semi finals? Didn't happen this year! Wooo!!!! Peace and quiet at night! Go Spain! Go Germany! Show us what happens when two teams that aren't injury depleted and are playing good soccor can do!!!
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