From the rugby practice I went to:
Spectating rugby can be as much of a contact sport as the actual sport. Surprisingly, a rugby ball to the face hurts less than you think it might.
From my blond twin:
Broccoli does not belong in breakfast. This point cannot be emphasized enough.
From my girlfriend:
I have a slight problem with hooded sweatshirts. I apparently own thirteen that I actually wear. More are lurking wadded in the closet. The GF is staging an intervention.
From my own experience:
The period before my period causes me to want to eat an entire case of Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs.
Showing posts with label Dusting out the old cranium. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dusting out the old cranium. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
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