Ah, the puns. I sprang out of bed and rocketed into the loungeroom for the all-important pre-game hype. when i saw that kalac had been selected, a deep tremor passed through my bowels. little did i know how he would impose his spidery persona all over this game, for the wrong reasons. sadly for my wife, i failed to change the settings on the alarm clock, so i woke her at 5 and 5:10 for good measure.
What a weird ending to the game. Players sent off, benchwarmers running on the field. i feel i have been deprived of closure. i wanted a crowd-chanted, tv-displayed countdown to ensure maximum satisfaction. still, it was pretty sweet. If i didn't have to take pictures of purkinje neurons and bergman glia in the cerebellum, i'd be home in a jiffy to watch it all unfold, refold and unfold again.
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Berkman Glia - this happens to be the name of Serbia Montenegro's next goalie. He is a large man, devoid of emotion but wealthy in rice and other basic grains.
I was watching Pulp Fiction last night, and in a strange time lapse effect, I started thinking today of The Gibbons Test. To be more deep in my explanation, I thought of how profoundly this Test has pressed itself on your person, and your will. Will you be saved?
I for one think so....I for one, think so.
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