Flag Football broke up with me last night.
We are out of the tournament, and no more flag football. My head hurts, and my leg hurts, and I have scratches on my hands. I'm sure my head hurts because of the depression.
Ah, the depression.
We had a good run. Undefeated season. Top 6 teams. We should have won!
Here is my feelings on this break up, courtesy of Michael Scott.
Bros before hos. Why? Because your bros are always there for you. They have
got your back, after your ho rips your heart out for no good reason. And you
were nothing but great to your ho. And you told her she was the only ho for you.
And that she was better than all the other hos in the world. And then...
suddenly she's not your ho no mo'.
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