Father.
MY LIFE IS RUINED! *so dramatic*
But not really so, its all good, but just kiss my a** goodbye to continue in anything aka soccer, tennis, socail gatherings, summer holidays.
Oh how meaghan is going to kick my shins to bloody pool of liver when she finds out, and my soccer team-mates... they would probably strangle me with my own net and then bash my skull repeatedly on the goal posts. Then JQ would ball her eyes out and hunt me down and stick me in a suitcase, then keep me there till the day I die.
I might as well do myself a favour and give myself another concusion with my tennis racket. And yes that is possible.
And all of this is becuase of Mr. Marko... self indulging work -a-holic caffine addict cowardly b*****d. Can't even face his own bloody daughter over the tele. Oh how I hate him sometimes. THREE GOSH DARN WEEKS SOON TO BE FOUR!
I hope Helene tans his hide good, cause that bloody b*****d deserves it...stupid glunt.
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