a friend needed a soccer jersey for his birthday ... he barracks for the epl champs ( what does he know, he's 9). so off i go to the sports goods store to find one ... nearly called the cops ... the word "theft" inexplicably came to mind after being told the price. this is what happens when you pay wayne the equivalent of new zealand's gdp every week. one sans the badge with the horny guy only costs half as much.
told the little fella that i could get a very nice bottle of red for the price ...... said he doesn't drink .................... yet.
there's hope for this young man.
update: soccer boots? another bottle ...
20 May 2008
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