Friday, August 21, 2009

The Brettodome.


As I sit here talking to (in alphabetic order) Jack, Andrew, Brett and Chrisman, I realised something, we're fucking awesome. Brett is beating Chrisman two nil at FIFA, Jack is screaming about maps or something for geography and Andrew just said something that I don't really understand. Jack, Andrew and Brett just left to get food and alcohol for tonight, leaving Chris and I alone in Brett's house. It was just then when me and Chris had the raddest idea ever we could be running around here wanking, cumming on all the walls and shit. But I won't! Why? Because I am writing a blog, that's how committed I am to this shit!

Damn...it sure is shit when you have such a brilliant opening and then you forget what you actually wanted to write about, like, I had this whole blog planned pretty much and here I am distracted by The Ting Tings...great song... but yeah, I have no clue what I was writing about, well what I wanted to write about anyway...god damn it...

Oh yeah...now I remember. Okay, so we were all mega pumped for today because we were all promised that from now on, Fridays after school would be sports days at Brett’s. We would just come and play sports all night until we passed out I guess I don’t know...so we come here straight after school and I see the boxing gloves. Heinicke puts on his pair and wants a bit of a practice fight. I put on the neglected pair and start dancing around him, we mess around a bit before we put them down, it is mind-blowingly tiring.

So I guess you can imagine what we expected for a sports day, like, ten, fifteen people running around playing sports, yeah? Well it was Brett, Heinicke and me, all sitting around calling people trying to get them down for sports day. We get a hold of Chrisman who soon comes down to get in on some sports day action. We started a penalty shootout, it was Heinicke on Brett, surprisingly enough, Heinicke ended up winning the penalty shootout against Brett, so then Brett played me and the winner would go up against Heinicke in the final. I was...somehow...winning, then I kicked the ball over the fence, Brett wasn’t devastated or anything though, he was over the moon that he won by default.

We then started playing Cricket with just the three of us, hardly the sports day that we thought we were in for. Chrisman later arrived and to cut a long story short, Brett ended up on like 107, Heinicke on 47, Chrisman was on 12 and me on...uhh...6.

After the cricket we came inside to play FIFA, well, they did, I needed to write this up. Not too long after Jack arrived and then they left and yeah, here we are, looking at Brett’s red walls, thinking that he needs a bit of err...redecoration... Heinicke said something earlier that I thought I would put also put in here, ‘Oye guys, do you just like wanna do disgusting shit tonight?’ I don’t know what he meant by that, but all I can say is, tomorrows post might be interesting.

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