Monday, October 03, 2005
So yesterday I had “a kickabout with the boys” then went back to theirs “to watch the match”. How "new lad". But it was tons o’ fun: that I can neither dribble, pass, tackle or shoot did not prevent me from performing many achingly slow stepovers.
Of course, any babies I passed the last time I exercised* are now in high school... Today I can hardly walk. I feel like a couple of big lugs bundled me into a sack and gave it a going over with bats.
“Let me go!”
“Can it shitbird.”
* I am not counting the gorilla run. Or rather, I am refusing to acknowledge it.
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Of course, any babies I passed the last time I exercised* are now in high school... Today I can hardly walk. I feel like a couple of big lugs bundled me into a sack and gave it a going over with bats.
“Let me go!”
“Can it shitbird.”
* I am not counting the gorilla run. Or rather, I am refusing to acknowledge it.
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