Owen Hargreaves

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Tuesday, May 23, 2006

Nancy and Me...




I had to take Nancy out for Sven the other night. As a favour to him.

We went to a restarurent called Jackrabbitt Slims.

Here is what happened.


Buddy
Hi I'm Buddy, what can I get'cha?
Owen
I'll have the Douglas Sirk steak.
Buddy
How d'ya want it, burnt to a crisp, or bloody as hell?
Owen
Bloody as hell. And to drink, a vanilla coke.
Buddy
How 'bout you, Peggy Sue?
Nancy
I'll have the Durwood Kirby burger -- bloody -- and a five-dollar shake.
Buddy
How d'ya want that shake, Martin and Lewis, or Amos and Andy?
Nancy
Martin and Lewis.
Owen
Did you just order a five-dollar shake?
Nancy
Sure did.
Owen
A shake? Milk and ice cream?
Nancy
Uh-huh.
Owen
It costs five dollars?
Buddy
Yep.
Owen
You don't put bourbon in it or anything?
Buddy
Nope.
Owen
Just checking.



Nancy
Don't you hate that?
Owen
What?
Nancy
Uncomfortable silences. Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullshit in order to be comfortable?
Owen
I don't know.
Nancy
That's when you know you found somebody special. When you can just shit the fuck up for a minute, and comfortably share silence.
Owen
I don't think we're there yet. But don't feel bad, we just met each other.
Nancy
Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to the bathroom and powder my nose, while you sit here and think of something to say.
Owen
I'll do that.
Nancy
Did ya think of something to say?
Owen
Actually, there's something I've wanted to ask you about, but you seem like a nice person, and I didn't want to offend you.
Nancy
Oooohhhh, this doesn't sound like mindless, boring, getting-to-know- you chit-chat. This sounds like you actually have something to say
Owen
Only if you promise not to get offended.
Nancy
You can't promise something like that. I have no idea what you're gonna ask. You could ask me what you're gonna ask me, and my natural response could be to be offended. Then, through no fault of my own, I woulda broken my promise.
Owen
Then let's just forget it.
Nancy
That is an impossibility. Trying to forget anything as intriguing as this would be an exercise in futility.
Owen
Is that a fact?

Nancy nods her head: "Yes."

Nancy
Besides, it's more exciting when you don't have permission.
Owen
What do you think about what happened to Urika?


From then on the conversation sort of died, I mean I don’t know fucking why? All the guys in the restrooms, as you guys call them 'the changing rooms', are always going on about Urika, Sven and Nancy and I don’t have a clue what’s going on!

Fuck 'em.

1 Comments:

Blogger Ju said...

Yeah all well and good but what the bastard did you have for breakfast?

2:33 AM  

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