Dear France

Oh hey there France. You may not remember me. I’m that guy who’s had a crappy holiday everytime I visit you. I’m also, as you may not know (assuming you don’t remember me, which is likely. I’m just some guy you probably think is emo) Irish. Do you know what this means, France?

It means we’re not in the World Cup because of you. We’re not in the World Cup because one of your citizens is a cheater and a liar.

Oh, don’t mistake me for someone who actually follows sports. I’m about as sports-loving as a rock or a sloth. But this was too far France. You had all of Ireland raging for your blood, and a good few non-Irish countries too. But Karma is a cruel bitch of a mistress.

I love Karma, she makes me so happy sometimes.

You lost France. You lost badly. You lost badly several times. And now you’re no longer in the World Cup. Sucks to be you, bitch.

All the best,

Niemand.

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One Response to “Dear France”

  1. FishHawk says:

    Okay, now tell us how you really feel. (LOL?)
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