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hahaha my birthday was FUCKING awesome
on the way back to the car we're queuing up to pay for the parking ticket and I recognise the person standing RIGHT next to me...
"'scuse me..."
"yes?"
"Toddy?"
"sorry?"
"Toddy?"
"yes"
*shakes hand*
"could you sign my birthday card?"
"sure, how old are you?"
"18...anyone got a pen?" at this point i dropped my birthday cake but i dont care, im talking to Toddy
*about 10 people look for pens and say "no"*
"bollocks"
at this point Toddy does the greatest thing ever...fucks his missus off to get a pen out of the car to sign my card
"so...hows the knee?"
"its good"
"gonna be back next season?"
"yes"
"gonna be back for pre season?"
"yes"
"we went to Alan Knight's testimonial match last night hoping to see you but you didnt play"
"haha no"
"not lost the touch then?"
"haha no!"
my mum took my picture with him and his missus comes back with a pen
"whats your name?"
at this point I was tempted to say "its in the card you fucking moron" but needless to say I didnt
"Owen"
he seemed to be struggling with the spelling here but he then realised it was in the card, copied it and signed it. Then I shook his hand and we went out seperate ways.
Then my mum was like:
"was he Russian?"
"...well Bulgarian"
"will he be playing tomorrow?"
"no, he's injured."
"he didn't look injured to me."
"well, he is."
"whats wrong with him?"
"torn anterior cruciate ligament."
...fucking women
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