My mum is getting rid of the trampoline. My red and blue trampoline that was my life for, like, seven years. And now she's trying to get rid of the foosball table, which was my life for another three years (hah, Mimi/Rachel, do you guys remember when we had the Big Bad Tournie and Rebecca cheated like fuck with calls like "KICKING THE BALL TOO HARD"?). Wajjj. ot os a sad sad day.
That's about all.
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