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Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Mouth agape, eyes unfocused and fingers curled into rigid claws, Butlerman is once again pretending he's playing the guitar... Dumdumdedededumdumdumdumdum... Scar tissue that I wished you saw... Sarcastic mister know it all! And just as this particular guitaring maestro rears his head, nostrils flaring, he forgets the rest of the lyrics and more or less gives up altogether. The above mentioned lyrics do however, play a certain instrumental (pun intended and otherwise) part in this gutwrenchingly exciting (in otherwords, less dull than usual) episode of totheBatmobile! (Yet another attempt to revive the feeble comicbook allusion this blog endeavours to achieve, which failed after the first couple of entries.) Having just played the UWC under-whatever team (it ended prematurely due to lightning) today, and been on the receiving end of a pair of metal-studded boots, someone's knee and leaving half my forehead smeared on the distant corner of the pitch after having a couple of UWC's less daintier players drag me across it, this blog is nother other than an opportunity to flaunt my distinct manliness and flex my well-toned, lean, muscled frame (and my wide variety of stretch marks, hell, I am a stretch mark - note: this is an exaggeration and you need not shun me for the rest of your life). While less-than-friendly blows were exchanged on the pitch (I admit to having resorted to a few underhand gropes, grabs and punches when the referee wasn't looking), I was pleasanly surprised to not have my hand broken in the post match ritual of hand clasping, back patting and cries of "Well done, mate!" and/or "Good match hor?" and felt my face blushing underneath the mass of stud marks when they were questioning my lack of appearance at the national tryouts. (I however, maintain I had a subpar performance. No really, I'm not just saying that to garner pity or words of positive affirmation. Really really - and wipe that knowing grin of your face) I shall now retire gently to bed somewhat earlier than usual, in order to adjust my head posture into a seemingly human and upright position (propping it up with well-place sticks if need be). Any kind words of consolation, ill-deserved compliments and "sucking up" are still welcome with open arms, though a decent massage would not be misplaced. TO THE BATMOBILE |
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highly confidential Martin Butler, or affectionally known to others as "Butler", "Butlerman", or just "Butt". -Most eligible bachelor of 2004-every year henceforth - step aside Mr.Clooney -Doesn't particularly enjoy much anymore having been desensitized as part of a cruel torturous regime a.k.a IB... -Dislikes everything he doesn't like... Nov 8th - Remember the date! MSN - butlerwantsu@hotmail.com (Add with caution) Archives
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