It's taken me forever to update. The reason for this is shockingly simple:
Two-A-Days.
It's supposed to get us in shape for football. Instead it KILLS YOU, TEARS YOU APART, and then SHOVES YOU BACK TOGETHER WITH TAPE, then expects you to go through the whole thing again after lunch. In other words... hell, twice a day. They run you until you throw up in your helmet, and then run you some more. A lot more. And it's fucking HOT out there. Seriously.
I am proud to say, however, that I have not thrown up ONCE. And I've never, ever played football before. I'm not even that tough. But I'm not an effing baby like some of these other guys are. I bust my ass and work hard, even when other people (seniors, for god's sake!) are screwing up and getting the coaches angry enough to make everybody do Bear Crawls... that includes those of us who did it right, by the way. Goddamn you (insert name here)...
BUT! I have found a funny picture. So look at it and LAUGH. Laugh while I CRY. LAUGH AND CRY, GODDAMMIT!
I'M A FUCKING PANCAKE, BITCH!
Two-A-Days.
It's supposed to get us in shape for football. Instead it KILLS YOU, TEARS YOU APART, and then SHOVES YOU BACK TOGETHER WITH TAPE, then expects you to go through the whole thing again after lunch. In other words... hell, twice a day. They run you until you throw up in your helmet, and then run you some more. A lot more. And it's fucking HOT out there. Seriously.
I am proud to say, however, that I have not thrown up ONCE. And I've never, ever played football before. I'm not even that tough. But I'm not an effing baby like some of these other guys are. I bust my ass and work hard, even when other people (seniors, for god's sake!) are screwing up and getting the coaches angry enough to make everybody do Bear Crawls... that includes those of us who did it right, by the way. Goddamn you (insert name here)...
BUT! I have found a funny picture. So look at it and LAUGH. Laugh while I CRY. LAUGH AND CRY, GODDAMMIT!
I'M A FUCKING PANCAKE, BITCH!
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