Just as one door closes, another one opens.
In this new world of ours, there appears to be an entente cordiale with Old Gold after NERFU, which I can't help but find a little patronising on their part, but since they're mixing it up at the top of D2, who am I to argue?
So, what the hell am I supposed to write about? I feel like one of those blokes manning the Minuteman silos, and then suddenly the Cold War ends. It's enough to provoke an existential breakdown.
But wait...what's this?
Could it be that South Shore took offence at my last post?
Is that the sound of snivelling?
What's that? You're not crying, you've just go something in your eye?
"it's obvious you guys have lost all class" - mwwhaaa!
"you'd think it was the first time a club had to cancel a match" - mwwhaa!
Clearly, they're still over-tired from NERFU and a little emotional. But that's OK, since they took the weekend off for some quiet time.
Well, in case they're still in need of some therapy, I've found them the perfect website.
What're they eating:
Biter biscuits and some warm milk.
What're they crying about:
Being misunderstood.
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