I mean seriously, Tim. Come on! I will not buy you sweets! Your father will be home soon! Come on! You little shit! Hurry up!
Chatter like this can only mean that tennis is in full swing. Andoni called to tell me that he would be watching Baghdatis play. Ah tennis; the rich mans pat ball!
Mids!
Obs!
Carries!
A finer sport there never was. Anyway ol' baghi lost and the patriot inside of me died a little. I hope Andoni was ok. He takes defeat pretty bad. Once, I beat him badly in Guess Who (MB games), and he defecated all over the place.
Tomorrow im off to Exeter again. That journey is getting a bit repetetive. For excitement, I will drive into stonehenge.
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