The Evil in Me
Put me in a corner. Spit on me. Ridicule me. Just when you assume I'm roadkill, you had better LOOK OUT.
You see, I have a diabolical power. When there is a chip on my shoulder, adrenaline flows to hulk-like proportions. You had best run MOFO... cuz even Jesus can't save your ass!
Yes... I have lost four tennis matches in a row. Yes... a much older man ousted me out of the Flex League playoffs. Yes... Whipping Boy beat me in spectacular fashion and ended my four year winning streak against him.
I am obviously being judged as pathetic. While my peers have cushy first round opponents, the Tournament Gods are sending in Hot Boy Troy to swiftly end my miserable existence. Argh!
Can you hear me slamming down my fists?! I am NOT skeered.
BRING IT BITCHES!!!
posted by Brettcajun at Wednesday, October 07, 2009
8 Comments:
Just remember, it's not about whether you win or lose, it's about what happens in the showers after the match.
Don't psych yourself out.
Spit on you? Ridicule me? Put you in a corner?
....but we haven't even dated yet! :)
What - are you playing at the backroom of the Eagle?
There's always next year!
Don't let go of Hot Boy Troy!
Dude, take a Chill Pill. There are worse things happening around you.
Blobby, I was thinking the same thing. :)
Play your game, not the game you think you should be playing, and you'll be fine.
There is always next year and you can be "return of the king".
You got me all hot and horny with your spit on, ridicule talk.
Make sure you get some pics of Hot Boy Troy without his shirt on, and you too for that matter.
Sweaty Menz Rule!
Sounds like it's time to learn to make lemon meringue pies. Homer is still has his title and I'm sure he'd show you how it's done. ;)
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