- Feb 14, 2014
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The only way to describe what its like to be s Richmond supporter is this.
Imagine you are out eating at an Indian restaurant. You order a Vindsloo. You like the spice and the heat is the only thing you feel since your wife left you. The curry comes and you wait nervously as the waiter puts it down. A small whiff of the curry enters your nostrils and burns slightly. This is what you have been waiting for.
You take your first bite. Oh god this is amazing. Angels sing and birds chirp. This curry so amazing you put off your impending murder-suicide plot against your ex wife for another week.
Fast forward to the next day and you're sitting at work with slight nausea. You go to the toilet and it comes. The brown fiery rain is flowing out. Suddenly you curse all the known gods for putting this devil spawn inside you.
After a long period of time and lots of praying you decided to go back to your desk. But as you stand the ring of fire hits. It feels like thr devil and you have gone greek. It huts so much you have to walk funny. As you walk back to your desk that dumbass coworker makes some comment about cowboys and/or prison. You silently add him to your list. You sit back at your desk after walking infront of everyone as though you dropped the soap in prison. You are the butt if every joke. You start to question why you had that hot curry and why you bragged about it other people.
Imagine you are out eating at an Indian restaurant. You order a Vindsloo. You like the spice and the heat is the only thing you feel since your wife left you. The curry comes and you wait nervously as the waiter puts it down. A small whiff of the curry enters your nostrils and burns slightly. This is what you have been waiting for.
You take your first bite. Oh god this is amazing. Angels sing and birds chirp. This curry so amazing you put off your impending murder-suicide plot against your ex wife for another week.
Fast forward to the next day and you're sitting at work with slight nausea. You go to the toilet and it comes. The brown fiery rain is flowing out. Suddenly you curse all the known gods for putting this devil spawn inside you.
After a long period of time and lots of praying you decided to go back to your desk. But as you stand the ring of fire hits. It feels like thr devil and you have gone greek. It huts so much you have to walk funny. As you walk back to your desk that dumbass coworker makes some comment about cowboys and/or prison. You silently add him to your list. You sit back at your desk after walking infront of everyone as though you dropped the soap in prison. You are the butt if every joke. You start to question why you had that hot curry and why you bragged about it other people.
