Well, it just so happens that its the hottest black guy on the planet beating up the hottest bitch. Since it happened, it's been the talk of the town in cafeterias, classes, toilets, and even on the shuttle buses I take between campuses. Good love gone bad, scream the headlines, an obvious play on the name of Rihanna's album, Good girl gone bad. Of course, I can't resist having a dig when it presents itself, so I'm going to say she's really a good girl gone bad, because now her face is so smashed up, she might need plastic surgery.
The common consensus is that Chris Brown is a jerk, and he broke millions of girls' hearts around the world this week. But chicks will still dig him anyway, because the good news is, he's now available, or rather, more available than usual. After all, he's still hot. He just happens to beat his bitches. That can be overlooked because he's talented and dances well. The moral of the story is, in this world, as long as you're talented, you can beat your bitches, and there will still be more queuing up to be beaten. Time to get some talent yo.
The next big news of the week, coming a close second, would be the English football team getting their asses whipped after being comprehensively disassembled, outplayed and outfought 2-0 by a peerless Spanish side.
I watched the whole match in the Elehouse, which is my school's version of a pub, and by the end of the match, the English fans were cheering the Spanish team, which says a lot. Watching an England match with real English fans is an experience though, because at the start of the match they actually sing along to the British national anthem, and you can feel their pride until they resign to the fact that the English really do suck at football. They are just good at importing foreign players so that they make money by passing it off as "English football" to the stupid, drunk, and Singaporeans sick of S-League matches.
Watching the match at the Elehouse. The whole bar was full, this is only like 1/5 of it. I couldn't take in just how many people there were because I wanted to watch the match. And yes that's Donald Duck David, earning a cheap 108th cap for England.And now, for something... different. I saw this while walking around in London today.
British guys seriously have a huge obsession with tits. Their lad mags and tabloids are full of tits, and millions of papers and magazines here are sold everyday just because they feature a pair (or more) of tits. All hail the power of tits. Don't stress! Just squeeze!