You’ve lost millions of “fans”, and you made a whole fandom hate you.
You are supposed to be focused on music, not in sports and the fact that someone invited you to a Chelsea match doesn’t give you the rights to think you’re the fucking coach or…
- Become extremely frustrated and breathe heavily.
- Punch patient repeatedly in the chest. If you can hear ribs cracking, you’re doing it right.
- Repeatedly yell COME ON. COME OOOON. COME ON. Put Gob Bluth to shame.
- Lose hope and begin Jearing.
- Jear.
- Still Jearing? Good.


