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[Wednesday 2003|07:03pm] |
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So everyone at my club is getting fired. Well, not everybody, but six (six!) people have fired their coaches in the last month. Surprise - the players doing the firing are all male! That's a shocker. (There are only 3 female players at the O, myself included, and we have miraculously managed to not dump our coaches in fits of pique. Boys, boys. Tsk.) Listen - if you have no discernible talent, it's not your coach's fault. Get a) a new hobby, and b) THE HELL OUT OF MY FACE. Thank you, that will be all.
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[Saturday 2003|11:42am] |
In the town where I was born Lived a man who sailed to sea And he told us of his life In the land of submarines
So we sailed into the sun 'Til we found the sea of green And we lived beneath the waves In our yellow submarine
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