Friends,
The terrible day we have dreaded has finally arrived. With today's games, it became mathematically impossible for me to catch Maggi in the house pool. Crap. Crap, Crap Crap. I hate this, I do, I hate it. I lost, I'm a loser, I'm THE loser. Aaarrrggghhh.
It's now my job to figure out the ($*&^#(($*%& traveling trophy. Worse yet, I have to present it to The Wrinkler. (I know I should be calling Mike by his traditional Pool nickname, The Quibbler, but I like the The Wrinkler better. So there.)
Well, crapola. Now I have to put up with Maggi strutting, preening and bragging for a year. The first time she offers to explain the difference between zone and man-to-man, I'm jumping out the window.
Deep, deep, in blackest grief, I am
Yours
(wi' head hung low)
1 comment:
The difference between zone and man-to-man is that one ends in a vowel and the other one has more syllables.
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