Gllen stumbled out into the living room yesterday, lurching and obviously still under the spell of sleep. He sat down next to me on the couch and sort of made some noises which indicated that he was tired. I continued getting ready for work, since he was obviously not acting like a human being yet.
Suddenly Gllen informed me, in a rather lucid-sounding way, "I have discovered the key to beating Soccer."
I turned to look at him, eyebrows raised. He continued, while staring straight ahead. "You find a really fat guy. And then he can hide the soccer ball in his fat folds. You'd have to practice with the team so that they could kick the ball perfectly into his fat fold. Then he just runs towards the goal."
I opened my mouth to offer commentary, but he ammended, "Well, he'd have to find a way to get it out of his fat fold at the goal... but still." Slight pause as he considered what he just said. Then he smiles. "It's the perfect solution."
i have 3 comments here:
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2) i think it is illegal to carry the ball in any manner. stuff it in shirt, etc.
3) if gllen joins a soccer team, i will.
Mark used to play hockey...and roller bladed, a lot. I'm just saying...
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