24
Dec
Written by: Elliott
This morning I checked my email and an unread message warmed my heart. It was from Pusky!
I hadn’t heard from Puskas (or been shaken awake) in about a month. Granted, in that time I had only received the occasional tweet, but certainly you would expect the apparition of an iconic footballer to send a postcard or something. Is that too much to ask?
Pusky and I have a bit of an uneasy relationship. I always see him logged into gmail chat, but if that little bubble were a stoplight, green would not mean go but rather sustained period of social awkwardness. We were never that close and I kinda feel like he just used me for some goat’s blood. But hey, he wishes all of you a Merry Christmas. All of you.
I know, I know. The last line is not very PC, but hey, by the time the multicultural alliance gathered serious steam, Pusky was in the later years of his life. Still, from me personally, I wish a happy holidays to everyone. Especially the heathens. My one wish is that Pusky stay on the old continent (or wherever he is) and never ever return to haunt the prairie mansion or my future Texas ranchito.
Oh, and Puskas apparently is now on Facebook. Hope he doesn’t upload any sensitive information in the false expectation of privacy.
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