Happy birthday, Inter!
Ah, nineteen... what a great... wait... actually I hated that year. My first girlfriend with whom I had been together for three years cheated on me with a guy twice her age, then I took her back for some reason and then she dumped me. F*** nineteen, twenty-two is much better because I'm over it and whenever I'm not in a relationship she's just one booty call away. Twenty-two rocks.
I suppose I got kind of carried away there. Ah, nineteen... great times.
Right now I'm watching some Eurosport and there's an old K-1 fight going on. Guess who's the ref? It's Cecil freaking Peoples and he's totally screwing this fight up. Just now one guy got a knockout and then he walked back to his corner so Peoples actually follows him to his corner to talk to him and forgets to start the count on the other guy. Holy crap.