[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]I remember that one fateful day when Coach took me aside. I knew what was coming. "You don't have to tell me," I said. "I'm off the team, aren't I?" "Well," said Coach, "you never were really ON the team. You made that uniform you're wearing out of rags and towels, and your helmet is a toy space helmet. You show up at practice and then either steal the ball and make us chase you to get it back, or you try to tackle people at inappropriate times." It was all true what he was saying. And yet, I thought something is brewing inside the head of this Coach. He sees something in me, some kind of raw talent that he can mold. But that's when I felt the handcuffs go on.
Mom: "I think <insert male bishie-type male character> is really cute! AHHH I LOVE HIM"
Daughter: "MOM! HE'S MINE! YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM!!!"
Mom: "Heyhey IM THE PARENT! DONT TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!!!!"
Daughter: "But you're MARRIED!!!"
Mom: "I can file a divorce... or murder your father... or something..."
Daughter: "YOU'RE CRAZY!!!"
Mom: "NO! I JUST HAVE PASSIONATE LOVE FOR <Insert same bishie here>"
Daughter: "NO MOTHER! HE IS MINE!!!!!!!"
Mom: "GGGAAAHHH ARE YOU ASKING FOR A CHALLENGE?????"
Daughter: "MORRRTTAAALLL KOOOMMMMBBBAAAATTTT"
Mom: "HADUKEN!!"
Daughter: "+25 DEFENSE AGAINST RETRO VIDEO GAMES!!!!"
Mom: "OH NOES!!!!!11~~~"
Daughter: "SUPER HAPPY FRIENDS OF SPECIAL LOLLIPOP DANCE ATTACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Mom: "WAHAHAH! I AM INVUNERABLE BECAUSE OF MY SUPER POWER MOM-LADY SKILLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Daughter: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*ULTIMATE NEVERENDING FIGHTZORS*
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