Moving away.
Moving away."
What are we doing?
And then it was strange,
in the World Cup
they always claim,
"There's bad refereeing,
someone may have been
paid off.
Oh, shit, say it ain't so.
You're telling me
that the Oscars
are also political?
Oh, fuck off."
Shh.
There's a gay mafia.
Shh.
The Mauve Hand.
Shh. Fairy Godfather.
"Does this pistol
make my ass look big?"
But, like, soccer,
sometimes guys will
do this weird thing,
they'll fall down
and pretend like,
"Oh shit, I'm fucking--
I've been killed.
I've been blinded.
oh, oh...
There's nobody near me, huh?
Okay, I'm kidding."
And the referee comes over,
"Yellow card.
Two yellow cards.
Red card.
Hold on, three cards.
Green card."
And the referee
is so sweet, too.
He's kind of like,
"Okay, what's your name?
Turn around.
What's your fucking name?
Why didn't you call me
after the Mexico game?"
(laughing)
Not like--you know,
football referees
who have that,
"Too much commercial time.
Bad white men
dancing on the field.
