The Bet.

As Chris and Heinicke are having this ridiculous fight on my bed, I am thinking about what to write about. My wheelie computer chair is swaying because Chris’s leg is in my face and Heinicke is moving him in what could be considered a form of break dance fighting. It is hard to think and harder to type, it’s even harder to get them to shut the fuck up but yeah I’m not all that fussed. Every time I look over at them, I can see the lamp sitting on my bed, slowly making its way off my bed head. Heinicke is being Darth Sidious and Chris is being Mace Windu, I don’t know how this escalated from a simple misunderstanding about who is better at FIFA but they are really going at it now. I should be stopping them, but my blog commitment is just too great, and it is really interesting watching this fight... I guess I should move my lamp, but I won’t.

The fight seemed to be over, but Chris just saw that Heinicke posted up on his Facebook something that makes Chris seem like a homosexual, it was then when the rage built and Chris started up the fight again. They seem to be using lightning powers or something and it just got unbelievably intense, they are shooting lightning at me now and trying to get my involved but I am pretending not to notice so I can stay out of it. Okay, so the fight just finished because my dad got home and I don’t think his appreciation level of them squealing and hitting each other and probably breaking something would be necessarily high. In fact he might be so unappreciative that he would be disappointed to a degree.

The fight ended with Heinicke on top holding Chris down. If you ask me, Heinicke is the winner, and if you ask Heinicke I’m sure his opinion would be the same as mine. Chris thinks he won, he just yelled ‘I did win!’ but then they both agreed to a game of FIFA and whoever wins won the fight, and is better than them at everything for the next twenty four hours. Heinicke is now up three nil and it is not even half time. Chris is already begging for a rematch and making excuses like ‘It’s just not my FIFA day, I have a hangover,’ when he doesn’t have any form of a hangover, ‘I really do’ he just said, when he doesn’t.

It is now a few seconds into the second half and Chris has his first shot on goal, one on one with the keeper and fucked it right up. It is now the fifty seventh minute and Chris just got a red card, and Heinicke just scored, so I’m just going to go out on a limb and say, oh wait, Heinicke just scored again. Yeah so I was going to say I’ll go out on a limb and say that Heinicke has pretty much won this game. Chris scored a goal and he was saying ‘did you put it in the blog?’ pretty much just after Chris regained his breath from what he said, Heinicke scored a cracker, so yeah I did put it in Chris, along with Heinicke’s you Serb. That Serbian guy just scored again but there is like five in game minutes left, which means there is like one actual human minute left and Chris is now down by four goals, so I don’t see why it is worth mentioning. Yeah the game just finished and Chris is going to shit again, he always seems to shit when he comes over, and this is his second shit today, both have been here in the last hour or so. I guess there’s no need to think of what to write about now seeing as though I just wrote all that.

Christopher Tankosic (Manchester United) 2 – 6 (Arsenal) Andrew Heinicke
5’ E. Adebayor (Heinicke)
15’ R. Van Persie (Heinicke)
23’ R. Van Persie (Heinicke)
63’ R. Van Persie (Heinicke)
66’ E. Adebayor (Heinicke)
75’ D. Berbatov (Tankosic)
77’ E. Adebayor (Heinicke)
85’ C. Ronaldo (Tankosic)