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I went and saw the Rollergirls tonight and it was fucking sweet. That is definietly a sport I could get into, screw all that hockey baseball crap, watching girls on rollerskates attack eachother is way better, hands down. My favorite was a girl named Jawbreaker, she was pretty fucking good. Our team killed Nebraska's, the final score was 195 to like 28.
Halfway through Peter and I sorta started cheering for Nebraska sometimes, they had the littlest Jammer(the girl who scores the points), she probably weighed like 90 lbs and couldn't get anywhere, it was sad watching her get knocked down. You could tell her spirit was broken. Peter wanted to take her home so we could fatten her up. I suggested constantly leaving food on the counter for her, like we do with our cats, except in her case it would probably be a cheeseburger.
Zebra Zebra played at "halftime" and they were super shitty, everyone booed them (except for Peter and me, cause that's totally mean) and cheered when they got off stage. I was not impressed with their gimmicks, like the terrible haircuts, the keyboardist dressed in neon clothing, or the one guy who didn't do anything except dance around on stage. That was alllll he did, just danced, and don't be mistaken, it wasn't even good dancing. It was the kind of dancing you do when you know you're acting like an asshole.
But now I have to get back to my homework-o-thon. Finals are joyous.
Halfway through Peter and I sorta started cheering for Nebraska sometimes, they had the littlest Jammer(the girl who scores the points), she probably weighed like 90 lbs and couldn't get anywhere, it was sad watching her get knocked down. You could tell her spirit was broken. Peter wanted to take her home so we could fatten her up. I suggested constantly leaving food on the counter for her, like we do with our cats, except in her case it would probably be a cheeseburger.
Zebra Zebra played at "halftime" and they were super shitty, everyone booed them (except for Peter and me, cause that's totally mean) and cheered when they got off stage. I was not impressed with their gimmicks, like the terrible haircuts, the keyboardist dressed in neon clothing, or the one guy who didn't do anything except dance around on stage. That was alllll he did, just danced, and don't be mistaken, it wasn't even good dancing. It was the kind of dancing you do when you know you're acting like an asshole.
But now I have to get back to my homework-o-thon. Finals are joyous.