So, I don't much care for football. At best, I think it's a way to keep bogans entertained and off the ski slopes during winter. However, I can admit to a growing interest in it now that the entire Ben Cousins fiasco continues to get better and better. Last we heard from our hero he was dressing like a rock star and text messaging bitches from the dock in court a couple of weeks ago. As my female friends said 'He is so fucking hot'.
As demanded by the increasingly Americanised media, he had to go and do his penance in rehab. In Los Angeles. Yeah.
Rehab.
For cocaine use.
In L.O.S. A.N.G.E.L.E.S.
Ahem.
So he flies to LA LA Land. And is promptly picked up at the airport by two hot bitches, and pisses that rehab nonsense off altogether.
That's the 21st century equivalent of Boonie's massive can intake on the way to Heathrow.
My favourite part of this story is this quote from West Coast Eagles boss Trevor Nisbet: "It seems to us he never had any intentions to return (to rehab). We feel betrayed."
Trevor - you are a tool.
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