Full Moon
As I was the keeper during our weekly football match, I got the chance to observe how different girls and boys play football. Very very different.
When girl A passes the ball (heh heh ball) to girl B, and girl B, being the dope she is, misses catching the ball, girl A will apologise for a lousy pass. Followed by girl B apologising as well. Watching the boys play, boy A will be screaming profanities at boy B for being such a dope. Boy B will scream back at boy A. All that testosterone!
I can go on.
That’s why girls should rule the world. Because we are nice like that.
And being the keeper is fun. You a) get to shout at your team mates, b) get to watch boys playing football, and c) just stand there while everyone is running up and down the pitch - the suckers!.
And just because I got a ride with the Panda doesn’t mean I should drink 4 pints of beer and howl at the full moon while smelling like a fish. Oh you wait Miss Tan you will feel the effects tomorrow. On a school night as well. Tsk Tsk.
And newfound love for Kaka. Suck that Man U!!
