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September 26, 2006
Why Bingley Doesn't Let Me
...play with sharp objects.
Posted by tree hugging sister at September 26, 2006 11:54 AM
Comments
It's good to see a coach putting her foot down.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at September 26, 2006 01:03 PM
Ouch.
Posted by: Cindermutha at September 26, 2006 01:14 PM
Das gotta hurt.
Posted by: Ken S, Fifth String on the Banjo of Life at September 26, 2006 01:37 PM
Did she fall forward and give the guy an extra meter on his throw?
"Don't move until we measure!"
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 26, 2006 02:06 PM
Talk about a "leg up" on the competition.
Posted by: Dave E. at September 26, 2006 03:08 PM
She got the point, Dave.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 26, 2006 03:58 PM
Hmmm. What is the point? Perhaps...the agony of defeat?
Posted by: Dave E. at September 26, 2006 04:26 PM
That's what you get for toeing the line.
Posted by: The_Real_JeffS at September 26, 2006 04:33 PM
I happens more often than you might think, my dad told me about a guy in his Academy class who was killed by an errant throw.
Posted by: DirtCrashr at September 26, 2006 05:41 PM
Well, I know what she drives.
Posted by: Mr. Bingley at September 26, 2006 09:13 PM
And that should be a '74, you know it all BINGLEY BASTARD !!!
Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 26, 2006 10:55 PM
The agony of defeat? Nope. Just the agony of de foot.
Posted by: triticale at September 27, 2006 07:37 AM
Thank you triticale for that footnote.
And a warm Swill welcome.
Posted by: tree hugging sister at September 27, 2006 10:11 AM