Friday, 31 May 2013

VIDEO: SOme wtfness for your Friday!

I dunno what is up with this chicky's leg, but it is random as fuck!

She must have some serious joint things going on there!

Thursday, 30 May 2013

VIDEO: Basejump craziness

Just to show how boring your office job is, here's a dude basejumping from a snowmobile!

Monday, 27 May 2013

VIDEO: Lonely Island - semicolon

After being quiet for a VERY long time, Lonely Island have suddenly sprung back into life, heavily promoting their new album, the Wack Album, so much so it almost feels like they're spamming!

Must say their songs have gone to a very whack level (guess that has something to do with the title of the album) but yeah, this particular one is cool, enjoy!

Saturday, 25 May 2013

GUESTBLOGGER: Local is Better by @Aaash_Engel

So the final post in the first #RAguestBLOGS comes suggested from @boereworsGirl, it's from @Aaash_Engel. Enjoy!


Growing up in the Northern Suburbs is quite fun. Attending Primary and High school in Bellville... Quite fun too. But if you told me during that time that I would grow to absolutely love and punt local music, I would have laughed in your face... hard.

I listened to Pop, Hip Hop and whatever else was on radio growing up, I didn't quite care what it was as long as it was music in my ear-holes. Oh, I used to be really into Maroon5 but I guess that changed, pop rock is no fun, yo. When I got to High School, specifically around Gr.11 I started listening to rock music, enjoying it, surprisingly. It all started with my crazy obsession with The Parlotones. That was a crazy phase... From there it went on to aKing and Die Heuwels Fantasties, which led to Francois Van Coke which then led to everything else, naturally.

I can honestly say I'm proudly South African and absolutely love the local music industry. The current state of music in the Rock and EDM genre is on fire, that's what I like to think. Local is not only lekker, it is BETTER! Why are we subjected to listen to music of American and European artists when we have such great artists right here on our soil? Ain't nobody got time fo dat! Well at least I don't. My playlist is full of local artist, too many to name. I do listen to foreign artists, obviously, but I can definitely see that being phased out my playlists in future times. Definitely. Local music is my vibe and it should be yours too. Why not? The quality of music is of international standard so there's no reason not to. Music Festivals do a good job in promoting and punting the local scene. Venues such as The Assembly and Mercury also have a very special role. These places are the home and heart of it all. Where it all goes down! Weekly events keep the scene alive. They are the platform for new artists to emerge from their garages and grandma servant’s quarters.

Another great platform, I doubt I would survive without, is Soundcloud. Most young local artists put their music up there and very often for free download as well. And everybody loves a good freebie. I highly recommend and strongly suggest you delve into the local side of life and give your ears some good tunage.
But with this growth in the local scene we have noticed an influx of international acts heading our way. So much so we had Bon Jovi and Justin Bieber in one weekend, “whoopdi doo”. It’s not all that bad though, these artists need opening acts. And all though you are paying over R250 to see a world recognised act, you might just as well pay R30 and see a local act at a club and even buy merch or a CD with that same amount of money you would of paid to see a “once in a lifetime act”… well in a South African lifetime’s.

So I’m just over here, spreading the great gospel that is local music, because… well? Why not. And I’ll say it again local is not only lekker, it is BETTER!


Make sure you scoot on over to @Aaash_Engel twitter and give her a follow, also check out her blog by CLICKING HERE

This concludes #RAguestBLOGS for now. We'll have more soon :)

Thursday, 23 May 2013

GUESTBLOGGER: Top 5 Movies That Scarred Me For LIFE! by @Potz56

The next guestblogger is @Potz56, the king of Trolls, a purveyor of one-liners, and blogger on potzcorner.wordpress.com. Make sure to give him a follow!


My first recollection of going to the cinema, was at the old Cine 400 (now Club Westend) in Rylands (mini India) my cousin brought me, my sister and another cousin along with her to watch Sigourney Weaver’s Alien movie. At that time, there was no such thing as “Age restrictions” or something along those lines. It was basically a free for all. To cut a long story short, I watched with majority of the movie with my eyes shut. Scared shitless and scarred for life. To this day, I can’t watch Alien without having that “I’m going to die of fear” feeling. Which got me thinking, which other movies are there out there that have done the same? Well I’ll go through my top 5 just for your amusement:

Number 5:

The Grudge (remake)

I’m not keen on Hollywood remakes at all. They irk me. But as we all know, there is nothing more creepy in a horror movie than a little kid who is evil. And I’m not talking about your friends kid who had too much sugar at a party evil, I’m talking down right fucking I’ll kill you for fun evil! And this kid in the Grudge, really did a number on me. So bad, that when I walked through a family of Japanese tourists, I almost got arrested for assaulting a 6 year old boy.

Number 4:

The Shining (the Grady twins)

Yes, the entire movie starring Jack Nicholson was a scare fest. But what really scared the poop outta me were the Grady twins. There was something CREEPY about these two though. With their bobble socks and matching blue dresses. It actually got to a point where when someone asked me “Come play with us” it was met with a fuck you and a back hand. See clip to see what I’m talking about.

Please note, I am busy freaking myself out by doing this post. 

Number 3:

American Werewolf in London (1981)

I know most people would not have watched this film. Or some of you have and probably can’t remember it. But this classic scared the shit out of me when I was a kid. It did so much damage to my fragile and innocent mind, that to this day, I still can’t get myself to try and watch it again. There were super creepy scenes throughout the movie (especially when he speaks to his dead friend) but the scene that gave me endless sleepless crawl into mommy and daddy’s bed nights was the scene where the main character transforms into a werewolf. Try matching you Jacob punk!

Number 2:

Room 1408.

This was the first time I saw John Cusack in a horror. I wasn’t sure what I was going to expect to be honest. But what I can tell you is this: I am now petrified of staying in Hotels on my own. My favourite scene in the movie was hotel owner (Samuel L. Jackson) explaining to Cusack why he shouldn’t stay in this room... he ended off with saying “...it’s an evil fucking room”. When I travelled at my previous company and I was asked for any “special requests” at our hotels I’d ALWAYS answer with... “DON’T GIVE ME ROOM 1408”. True... fucking... story.

Before we get onto the final Scarred me for life movies... let me tell you, I am struggling to continue with this. It has opened up some old wounds which took me a long time to heal. Oh well, a few more visits to the therapist won’t hurt right? Here it is 

Number 1:


Fuck Tim Curry. Fuck John Ritter and more importantly... fuck clowns! Because of this movie, I have an eternal fear of clowns! The worst. Last year at a car show, there was a clown walking behind me and my family. I stopped, turned around and shouted at him to “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME” and scurried off, not out of embarrassment... but out of fear. The fear that Pennywise the fucking clown instilled in me as a child.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed or at least agreed with one. If yours differs from mine, stick it at the bottom in the comments section and I’ll disagree with on a public forum. I’m off to see my shrink.


haha, scary stuff! Great post from
@Potz56! IT was shit scary when I was young, I couldn't deal! Hope you guys enjoyed this post. Please follow the dude and check out his blog as well: 

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Wednesday, 22 May 2013

GUESTBLOGGER: Guys, Quit Blaming the Friend Zone by @Reesiebabygirl

Our third guest blogger is none other than the awesome @Reesiebabygirl! If you're not following her yet, be sure to, or read her POSTS HERE


When Spenelo asked me to contribute with something absolutely random, I must admit, I was in two minds. The thing is, I love writing but this was like being given an unlimited budget to shop till I drop. After having a good “9 day think”, I have decided to put to rest this dreaded friend zone you’ve all been crying about. These days, EVERY ONE wants to brag about being in the friend zone, hoping someone will take pity on them. BS!

First and foremost, each one of us has some kind of a check list stored into their mind, which includes the criteria that a person must meet in order for making a move. If a person didn't match some of the items in this list then s/he becomes disqualified to be a potential partner and you will think of him/her as a friend.
 The items in your check list are of course unique and specific to you depending on your background, values, past experiences and beliefs.

For example, if I had to make a list of my potential partner whom I would consider for a long term relationship and my list included the following items, come hell or high water, if you had one of these items missing, I would only see you as either a friend... or a stranger with benefits. Please note, this list is not MY list. I just made it up.
  • One: He must have a degree.
  • Two: He must have dark hair.
  • Three: He must be able to take control of situations.
If I happened to meet a wonderful guy who had everything I needed except, he didn’t graduate, then most likely, I wouldn’t fall in love with him. Said guy would then want to automatically friend zone himself. Nee broer, kom uit daar.

Guys want to use the friend zone as some poor excuse as to why they didn’t get laid.

Friend: “So did you tap that?”
Guy: “nah bra, she friend zoned me”

Meanwhile back at the ranch, she just really did not want to sleep with you. And yes, I know, rejection sucks. It hurts and it’s crappy when someone you like, want to have a relationship with, want to have sex with, etc. doesn’t return that interest. However, no one is obligated to be interested in you or want those things with you. Since when do we pay for friendship? While sex may very well be a human need, it is not something anyone has a right to and thus we are not “owed” it.

Thing is, to some degree, the assumption every guy who claims to be “friendzoned” is that if they indicate an interest in one of their friends, she is in some way obligated to return the interest (and reward it) with a relationship or sex. This assumption is problematic for a whole host of reasons but most in that it ignores choice. Everyone has the right to say “Yes” or “No” to someone’s romantic or sexual interest. There is no obligation to return interest and if a person rejects you, it does not make them an awful person. Especially when that person is your friend. As a brilliant person on the Internet wrote, “Friend zoning is bullshit because girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out.”

So my thing is this, dear Mr. Nice Guy: time to man up! If she isn’t romantically interested in you, then move on. Stop crying yourself to sleep at night. Yes, she is involved with some asshole and it hurts you to see her...uhm...hurting. But that’s her prerogative isn’t it? You go on and be fabulous. If you made the move, she rejected you, then so be it. You just don’t meet her requirements. It is not a train smash. Quit blaming her and quit blaming the damn friend zone. Because I don’t remember when the friend zone became the new “cool” club. Trust me, it’s not. It’s like saying you’re broke.

Reesie :)


haha, lekka post by @Reesiebabygirl here, I reluctantly agree with the general consensus of her piece, as I was formally a boy who cried friendzone, but I grew a pair in the mean time so I can laugh with now :D Be sure to follow her and check out her POSTS HERE

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Tuesday, 21 May 2013

GUEST BLOGGER: Man Flu is real by @AydeeMaybrew

Our second guest blogger on Random Arbjects is @AydeeMaybrew! Pretty impressed with this article. Very well written and enjoyable! He doesn't have a blog YET but be sure to hit him up with a follow on Twirra :)


Okay, if you are reading this it means I am have written this and I am alive!

Yes, I survived.

Survived what? I hear you asking.

Well at a certain time of the year (every year) there is a seriously debilitating illness that makes its rounds across the country and also world-wide.

This paralysing and immobilizing viral strain is commonly known as the flu. But, it has been known that in men, that the common viral infection is about 1000 times worse. You might say that this is an exaggerated statement, but then again, if you are saying this, you are probably female. Continue reading (ladies) and everything will become so much clearer to you.

Picture this. You are out with the boys having an innocent beer or two while discussing who will be on pole position for the weekend's F1 race and how awesome Sir Alex’s career was and all of a sudden you let out a sneeze or two and a slight cough.

As you are wearing your machismo badge, you brush it off and say "don't worry okes, it's an allergic reaction to the hops and the barley in my Heineken" But the little voice in the back of your mind says, "It's coming, go home now!" And being a "man" you tell this voice to fuck off and you go on sucking on your cold beverage. This is where the virus starts moving in.

Day 1 - Sunday (It's just an allergic reaction)

You wake up early to go out for your morning run, but you feel a bit more groggy than usual. Slightly blocked nose and that irritating little cough that was bugging you during the discussion of, is it easier to make a million or spend a million. Anyway, you decide to skip the run and sleep in. When you wake up you feel absolutely fine and think to yourself, it will suck if I am allergic to hops and barley. Isn't that what beer is primarily made of?

Your significant other, wife, partner, girlfriend then suggests some sort of outing, to which you agree because you spent the night before with the boys. Again, you ask yourself, surely they can make beer out of something else. It will REALLY suck if my hops and barley allergy gets worse.
The afternoon outing with your wife, S/O, partner goes particularly well and everything seems fine. You refuse a beer from the guys (who were all at the same place last night) and opt for a soft drink. "Guys, I think I am allergic to hops and barley" you tell them. They all nod simultaneously in sympathetic agreement. One of them retorts, "That sucks, man! Isn't that what beer is made of?"

Day 2 - Monday (The day of Death)

It's 6am. Your alarm is screeching on the bedside table. You are struggling to open your eyes because it feels as if your eyelids have been glued together. Your ears are starting to bleed because the noise of your alarm feels like there is a 15 inch tungsten drill bit boring into your brain through your eardrum. Every muscle in your body is aching. It feels as if you have been tackled by Pierre Spies and Bakkies Botha after being stomped on by Schalk Burger. You turn to your partner and utter in pain. "I think I am sick" She turns over and says, "it's just a cold, you will be fine later" Stupidly, you pull yourself out of bed and stumble into the shower and get dressed up as if you are embarking on an expedition to the North Pole.
By now the mucous (snot) valves in your head have been opened and you have already finished one roll of TP and you are now plugging your nose with serviettes you have lying around in your car. Driving feels like you are storming the beaches of Normandy and you need to dodge serious gunfire from the militia.
All of this happens about 500m from your house. You have to turn your car around, but you need to take the long drive around the block because you cannot extend your arms enough to make a 3 point turn.
After about 20 minutes, you return home. Your S/O looks at you and says, "You look sick, babe" This little phrase has the key words that make the virus turn up a few notches into full-blown man-flu.
You stumble down the passage and crash onto your bed like a California Redwood. You are still in Everest expedition gear even though you have 2 duvets and a comforter over you. Your partner follows you down the passage and tells you, "Babe, if you are sick, then go to the doctor" Again, key words that make the virus expand about 3 times. At this stage you can actually feel it growing inside you.

Day 3 - Tuesday (The mission to the doctor's rooms)

You have come to the realisation that you are not allergic to hops and barley and that this might just be something you need to get a doctor to look at. Reluctantly you decide to get out of bed and make a move to the doctor's rooms.

Dressed in your North Pole expedition gear. You stumble down the passage to get to the garage. 20 minutes later, you eventually get to your car, and after about 5 minutes of looking for your keys in the pockets of your utility jacket, you manage to stretch out a finger to open the doors of your car and fall into the seat.
You manage to start your car, at which point you realise that you need to switch on the house alarm. So you need to do the last few steps of this exercise again, but this time include punching in the alarm code and moving swiftly out of the house to prevent the alarm from going off and potentially being shot by the security company because you are wearing a ski mask.

You count yourself down and manage to complete this feat in record time. (A record for somebody with Man Flu) You sit in your car and high-five yourself because you have just completed the most awesome stunt of the day. After the awesomeness has died down you get going.
The road to the doctor is long a tedious. There is an ongoing battle against the sleep-demon in the back seat and the constant pounding of the headache caused by the foot soldiers of the Viral Military that is marching through your brain.

After about 2 hours you make it to the doctor.

At my doctor’s rooms there is a flight of stairs that is like the entrance to a Buddhist temple. I think that the stairs were purposely put there, so that if you make it up the stairs you are worthy to see the doctor.
When you make it up the stairs you get to reception. The sullen, grumpy middle-aged woman looks at you and asks, "Are you here for yourself?" At this stage I'm thinking, No, bitch, I like looking like the living dead dressed in climbing gear, but I just nod and mumble "yes"

The only seat available is between a stack of old magazines and a woman breast-feeding her baby.  After paging through the tattered pages of Your Family of September 1982 and seeing the woman next to me swap breasts for the third time, I hear my name being called in the distance. I rise from my corner seat and make my way into the doctor's examination room, but I first turn around to high-five the baby that has been suckling for the past hour and a half.

5 minutes later, I emerge with a handful of pill packets that include antibiotics and other medicines to fight the menacing virus in my body. I give the bare-chested woman in the waiting room a high-five and grumpy granny at reception the finger before I go off to fight the battle with my new ammo. Feeling strong!!

Day 4 - Wednesday (Boredom Battle)

So now the battle is raging on inside your body and there is pretty much nothing you can do but wait it out. The books provided by your S/O, a welcomed friendly gesture, is not helping, mainly because of the fact that there are no pictures and all have one word titles. So you sit, still feeling crappy but you know that the cocktail of drugs are working because you are feeling stronger by the second.
Evening time rolls on and you suggest to your S/O that there is nothing to do and you decide to go out because you are bored and you are getting sicker by just sitting in the house. Something simple like going to the cinema or a quiet dinner is always a good idea.

WRONG!!! This will just strengthen the forces of the virus causing you to relapse and fall back into stage one of the infection.

Day 5 - Thursday (Relapse)

By this stage you have now run out of the flu fighting drugs provided by your Buddhist doctor and have to rely on self-medication from your chemist. This usually consists of Med-Lemon (cherry flavour is the best), Corenza C and a variety of other cold and flu fighting drugs. Be prepared to spend at least R250 on all of this.

So your night spent thinking that the battle was won is now a distant memory like Apartheid and you feel as if you have been slapped with a brick. Most of this day will be spent making hot toddy with Corenza C and Cherry Med Lemons. You now also have a list of chores. You were strong enough to go out last night which means you are now strong enough to do your chores.

So manning the vacuum cleaner you go through the house in your drug induced state sucking up everything in sight. This is now the most entertaining thing that happened to you this week. Well, apart from breaking the record for switching on the alarm and getting into your car. By this time you are also smelling like a street kid in Woolies winter PJ's. So you decide that it's washing time as well.

When your S/O gets home later during the day, the house looks as if it has been hit by Hurricane Katrina. You are passed out on the couch looking worse than you did the entire week. You get dragged to bed, and here is the catch, you now cannot sleep because you are more wired than Charlie Sheen on a good day.
This will now lead you to the final day of the battle against the Virus.

Day 6 - Friday (Full Recovery)

After having about 2 hours of sleep, you open your eyes slowly expecting an onslaught of viral attacks to your body and repeating the week you just had. But instead you feel so good it's unbelievable. It's as if you can take on the world. You are now a new person. Not even MC Hammer can touch you.

Just for good measure you make a Med Lemon and antibiotic cocktail and go on your way. The Man-Flu has been defeated. The day is good!

So guys if you are feeling as if the world is against you and that there is nobody out there that understands how crippling and damaging this illness is. Stay positive, everything will be so much better in the end.
Ladies, if after reading this, you still doubt that man-flu exists, see links below.

Man-Flu 1

Man-Flu 2

Man-Flu 3


Thanks to @AydeeMaybrew for a great post! Be sure to follow the dude, he's multi-talented with interests in photography, music and art.

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Monday, 20 May 2013

GUEST BLOGGER: "Cheers to the 'my late 20's' club" by @BoereworsGirl

I'm proud to present our first Guest Blogger on Random Arbjects! It's @BoereworsGirl. Make sure to visit her blog Behind the Boerewors Curtain afterwards :)


There's always talk about those in their early 20's.  When kids finally gain some kind of independence, a drivers licence, and a bank card (savings) with THEIR hard earned cash.
Or the "early 30's" gang.  The settled ones. Who (according to mainstream society) have an established career, a down payment on their first home,  possibly a spouse by now, and the onset of 2.5 children.

So what about those in their late 20's?  Coming down from the high (literal or figurative) all the partying their earlier years caused.  Learning how kak debt is (thanks savings account for nothing).  And trying not to stab someone whenever they say..."Just a few more years and you're 30..." thanks...the years in uni didn't teach me basic math skill.

We're freakin out, cos majority of us are yet to reach the standards of the mainstream 30's gang.  There's travelling to be done....preferably alone.  Festivals and concerts to attend while the music isn't too loud yet.  Clubs to visit before you look like the "creepy old person" in the corner.  And (for some) copious amounts of university degrees (and it's debt) to collect, cos you're still "finding yourself".

I've had my fair share of partying in my early 20's.  Still baffles my brain how I managed to survive a FULL working day on a mere 2 hours sleep, after "going bos" the night before.  And I was a fully functional and productive member of society...well...till 1pm.

These days, in my late 20's,  I find if I didnt get AT LEAST 6 hours sleep, I end up looking like a cast member or extra of The Walking Dead.  And that's by 11am already!

Gone are the days of a carefree lifestyle.  No responsibility and playing hard. When you could eat what you wanted, wear what you wanted, as if the cold weather never affected you in a mini skirt in the middle of winter, cos you're "hot like that".  And fitness was club hopping.  And you could always count on your bestie!

And then you hit 25+.

It's a complete mind shift.  And suddenly, without expecting it...you're mature!  You know that burger WITH the fries AND the onions are bad.  Not cos you've read it in an article, but you just know.  Friends have also been lost along the way, but this opens you up to a new kind, possibly those you'll have for the rest of your life.  It could be because they're also adjusting into adulthood.  Fitting it on like a coat, seeing if it makes your butt look big.  And you do that together, while laughing at each other's oncoming wrinkles, poor eyesight and grey hairs.

I have to hand it to my generation for learning from our parents and grandparents that dying by the age of 60 is unacceptable.  We lead a far more healthier lifestyle than we have in our earlier years...again...maturity. And for any late 20's out there, don't you love that you're finally intelligent enough to hold a conversation with those older than us. Not to mention, that our opinion actually counts.  We've gained a voice!

There are the downsides.  Like stress, what is that?! Where did it suddenly come from? But we cope.  We appreciate our parent's more than our former years too.  Now we can see what they went through, because we tend to forget that mommy or daddy, are people too, who were also adjusting to new phases in life whilst dealing with a snotty kid. Granted, we're still convinced we know better, but we're learning.

I suppose these are the years we stop, look back to reflect on our youth.  Accept all that it has taught us, bad and good.  Take a deep breath, and look towards the future,  with your new glasses on...it's not that bad.

See you in the early 30's.


Thanks to @boereworsGirl for a great blogpost :) Follow her and visit her blog :)

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Friday, 17 May 2013

RANDOM STORY: Car Guard dodgeness

Quick story. So. Parow Centre has never had car guards before. I park my car there when I leave for work. ANd yesterday, as I'm leaving the centre, a 'car guard' runs up to me, telling me a story about how some coloured guy was peetering with the car door, trying to break in. Said that when he confronted him, he said that he knew the owner of the car and that I sent him to get something out the car. The car guard then told him no, if the owner doesn't come now, he's going to call the police. I answered, 'ok, lucky I didnt catch him otherwise I woulda fuck him up, so thanks buddy' and then proceeded to drive away.

Why? Because. I don't believe this dude was a car guard. Anyone can get a bib, and I called Parow Centre and they said, although they now employ car guards, they have names and bibs, I saw no bib. So ja. Methinks Mr Car Guard was hoping his story would let me give him a fat tip. I actually have more peace of mind if there was no dodgy car guard, as my car's always been safe coz there's always NOTHING in it! My own safety mechanism. It's standard, it's empty, and looks bot! ANyhoo. As I was driving away, I saw him explain what looked like the same story to someone else. So guys, I'm not saying don't pay car guards, I do every now and then, but just becareful. This is the second incident I have with a dodge car guard. Had a similar ordeal at Food Inn in town, AFTER hours, car guard asking for R10 nogal. I was THIS close to dekking him. After the mouthful of expletives I gave him he gently backed away :)

Anyhoo. With car guards guys, just be weary and circumspect ne. COOL!

Thursday, 16 May 2013

Tuesday, 14 May 2013

VIDEO: Labour Pains for Guys

Haha, this is funny.

It's a clip of guys getting to feel what it's like to deliver a baby.

The results are hilarious! :''D

Labor Pain Simulation from Kensington on Vimeo.

Monday, 13 May 2013

VIDEO: Kissing is as easy as...


Respect to these dudes. South African chicks are so much harder to do this on. These dudes had MAD cahones to do this! Ladies, would you fall for this?!

Friday, 10 May 2013

VIDEO: Dead Giveaway

The auto-tuned version of the hero Charles Ramsey.

Cool remix of a sad story.

Thursday, 9 May 2013

VIDEO: Drugs issie vir almal'ie

Haha, this made me lol and sigh, this woman is on some serious drucks! She looks like she's dancing in a Lady Gaga video

Monday, 6 May 2013

VIDEO: Crazy Dance Revolution skills


So, I was just browsing the net during my coffee when this Asian-ness happened!

No matter what level of Monday you're having, this will help it to be better! :)

Dance Revolution Level of excellence: ASIAN!

Thursday, 2 May 2013

Liverpool's New Kit 13/14

Liverpool's new Kit! I think it looks cool. Can't wait to see the away and alternate strip, will be good I hope because some of the mock-ups I've seen so far have been terrible!