The Lucky Reds.

If you don’t know that I have lucky red undies, then you do now. I don’t wear them all the time, obviously, because that would just be gross. I generally wear them on Wednesdays for indoor soccer and then I make sure they get washed by the weekend so I can wear them if there is a party or something. Now lately I have been wandering if they are even lucky, so I have been doing some tests. The first test was to go to a party without them, that party was Josh Breda’s eighteenth, the one that I was in a toga and yeah, that didn’t go down too well. Passed out by nine thirty and got sent home before ten. Mum got angry at me because I didn’t admit that the reason I passed out was because I downed a bottle of Jager in under an hour, but I said the reason was because I wasn’t wearing my lucky undies. I wore my lucky undies the next weekend and had one of the best times of my life at Carmen’s eighteenth.

More recently, as in the most recent weekend that I can refer to, I wore my lucky red undies on the Friday of graduation and it was one of the best days of my life. I had an amazing time at graduation, and the after party was just amazing fun, then the next day I went to Nikki’s eighteenth in fresh, but less lucky undies and had one of the shittiest times of my life where the highlight of the night was taking a piss.

I have also worn my lucky undies to every indoor soccer game this season, and we have only lost one game. Last night I thought that maybe I could test the luckiness of the lucky red undies once again. We were playing one of the worst teams in the league, and we were expecting to win by an insane amount so I thought to myself, maybe I should not wear my lucky undies and see what happens. I wore some other, not lucky undies and the game that we were meant to win one hundred to nothing, we ended up drawing three all.

Moving on from lucky undies, but keeping on the topic of indoor soccer, so we are kind of moving on and kind of not moving on but yeah, let’s just say, speaking of indoor soccer... yeah, so speaking of indoor soccer, we have had a few refs that have really annoyed us or just been shit and not known the rules or whatever, but this guy last night was an absolute dick head. He wasted the first two minutes of the game giving us a lecture about how he is the ref and whatever he says goes and all this, I didn’t really hear him, well I did but I wasn’t paying attention. I was paying more attention to the clock as it drained to the sound of his annoying voice.

We were awarded a penalty sometime in the first half and he actually wasted a further five minutes explaining what a penalty is. He had to make sure that the goalie was standing exactly in the middle of the goals and that Chris knew exactly where to kick from and all this, it was bloody ridiculous. At half time I walked over to him because I saw that Pooni was talking to him, and with Pooni’s temper this could only be a funny thing. I don’t think that I have ever said anything bad to anyone after the game, but I couldn’t help it when after the game Pooni walked past the ref and he said ‘you should never be allowed to ref again’ and the ref looked around and pretended that it was meant for someone else, I then said ‘yeah he was talking to you’ and then he lectured me but yeah. I was pretty fucking angry, like I was ready to kill a small animal or something, but then Breda gave me Pokémon Yellow Version; this not only cured my anger, but also my boredom. Now I am going to play some Pokémon, bye.