GreyOrange

Life & times of a tax dodger.
2010-12-03 23:19:24 (UTC)

A 6ft 4 moody swearing sloth.

Evening. I will start by saying im absolutely knackered! How? Well
that cricket analysis thing last night went on till 4am and I was
awoken by nothing at 8am. I am not a good morning dude, especially
after next to no sleep. In these circumstances i tend to turn into
the moodiest, most grumpy frequently swearing 6ft 4 inch sloth. Not
a pretty sight even i will concede.

My mood was quickly dampened further by the realisation i had my
swimming practical at 11am. Torture? Of course! We proceeded to swim
many many many many pointless, gruelling lengths that left around 15
sports students, supposedly at the peak of physical fitness (Not
Me!) quivering wrecks. Despite this setback i decided my hard work
should be rewarded with a solid meal. Bangers and mash with gravy
all in a giant yorkshire pudding cheered me up so much!

Pretty ordinary PA lecture and a mad dash home followed. I must say
my lift home is the most spoilt, loud, typical blond barbie type you
will ever meet. Example 1. We stopped for petrol on the way home and
as i queued in the station waiting to pay i observe her standing
with pump in the fuel tank. Suddenly she beckons me out. Me thinking
somethings up rushes to her aid;

"Whats up?"

"I cant do it! I normally get the girls to do it for me. Will you do
it?"

I would not like to print my response. Enough said!

Anyway finally got home to some delicious home made cooking rather
than the gruel i normal serve myself up. Little wonder my guts are
permanently rumbling! Could have gone out tonight with my chums but
with the heavy rain and general laziness/tiredness i decided to have
a quiet beer with the parents. Awwh!

That's pretty much it! Hoping my football is on tomorrow, otherwise
another all dayer and another £75 quid could be spent which i am
desperate to avoid!

Dialogue End.

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