Things just went calamari ! Never expected the eight armed sucker to be lucky seven times in a row. Damn am I craving for a squid filled paella right now.
Consolation fires after the last whistle (also usefull to heat up a paella).
Down and out sitting like a clam on the bottom of an aquarium.
The world turned from orange into gloom and doom.
A silent retreat...
In the absence of a decent squid saturated paella... one has to satisfy himself with a shoarma... although the pinned down beesie looked kind of suspect...
Browsing the papers still wallowing in the prospect of an orange victory...
Loosing makes hungry... or was it the eight-hour continuous beer consumption ...
For some even the prospect of a shoarma did not offer any gratification...
After this... everything became a blur...
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