From Fat to Skinny
September 26, Friday
I won a game! Against Ricci! In volleyball!
Mark this day on the calendar, like oh my god. But anyways, yeah. I rock. Ricci congratulated me, then said, in her odd accent:
"Gonna need you to take a drug test, boy. No way could a weakling like you beat a veritable physical god like me." And she put her fists on her waist (which has really gotten smaller, I think) and adopted an ultra-macho pose.
Me: "Yeah, well, you've just been dethroned! Suck it!"
Her: "Not for free."
Mark this day on the calendar, like oh my god. But anyways, yeah. I rock. Ricci congratulated me, then said, in her odd accent:
"Gonna need you to take a drug test, boy. No way could a weakling like you beat a veritable physical god like me." And she put her fists on her waist (which has really gotten smaller, I think) and adopted an ultra-macho pose.
Me: "Yeah, well, you've just been dethroned! Suck it!"
Her: "Not for free."