Ok, so its another rant about Egyptians. So what? I still love 'em. Jerks.

Right now, as I type this, the Sha3b (People) of Egypt are bangin' drums, blowin' horns of all types (car, fog and bull) I hear women's "zaghareet" (cries of "joy") and the badly sung, badly tuned choruses of "OH LAY OHLAY ohLAaaaAAAYYYyyYYy" and "HeeeYYY HoooOOO" are rebounding in my head.

They've been at it for two hours straight. And I wonder how many cars have passed by our normally quiet (by Egyptian standards) street.

Ever since their player, their "favourite" Mr Abou Terika passed the ball to the Camerooni captain Song (who happened to stand by the Cameroon goal), and he... put the ball in.

So, to the logical thinker... it was Cameroon who scored the goal, not the Egyptians.

That is contrary to what is sung in the streets about Monsieur Terika.

No, no, HE put the goal in. The tall black dude was just in the way.

One can see, upon lookin on the faces of the Cameroon players:

Cameroon Team: (shocked looks)
"Oh, no, he didn't just do that, No way, Na-AH, it didn't just happen."
(glance at each other. Goalie burst into tears- he was really good)
(rest of team looks back at Song)
"You *bleep*! DIE!!!"

Mr. Song: (runs fingers through hair, looks around at team apologetically, says nothing)

What he's really thinking is "Damn, I wonder how fast I can outrun em all to the airport... I know where my passport is... but when can I... Oh Lord, Eto'o is lookin' all funny at me.... Geez, the dude's gonna kill me, Oh *bleep* oh *bleep*..."

So, the Egyptians have won, congratulations and all that (you moronic dolts who won't let me sleep tonight)

And here's the funny part: I have a Final exam tomorrow.
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(50% of the students have already failed the subject's midterm. By the sound of the streets, looks like the other 50 will fail too)