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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

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