Violently agitated and highly implacable, I savor the time in my unproductive hour. My hypothetical fortune, it's like catching a sniff of tequila in the morning.
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Suzy Zustiak lives in Pullman, WA where she is currently majoring in zoology, with a minor ordering pizzas.
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Monday, September 17
i just got back from walking all over B.F.E. to find the G.D. sball field. which wasn't really a field, it was more so just a patch of grass out in the middle of nowhere. and seriously, this was out in the middle of nowhere. and if you find yourself in the middle of nowhere in pullman, you know you are way out in the middle. of. nowhere. and, we walked for about 35 min before we even found ourselves in the right direction. we back tracked a tad, walking past the SRC twice [which is a 12-15 min walk from where i live], and it was pure hell. anyway [excuse me as i take a bite of my nutritious tiger tail dinner...], i'm surprised i escaped with all my limbs still intact as this was quite the double header:
1.) we cram in 7 people in a small honda car in a last ditch effort to finally get to our patch of grass before out lower extremites give out.
2.) a guy runs after foul ball and finds himself ramming his face, neck, and upper torso up against a chain link fence. no bloodshed though.
3.) a foul ball found it's way flying off the bat and up to the nose of the batter, "that just hit me in the face!" the batter exclaimed forcefully!
4.) the first base coach of the other team calls our 1st baseman over to, "let him in on a little something..." the 1st baseman proceeds over, and the base coach rips a fart. he claimed, "i just wanted to ass you a question."
5.) we are good sports and cheer the other team, "good catch guy! even though you are 40 yrs old..."
6.) we express our feelings through words and not violent acts, "that's not fucking fair, that's fucking bull-shit, you've got to be fucking kidding me, you know what, fuck this!"
7.) we all followed the rules, "are any of you drunk?"
8.) after the festivities concluded [we did win both games], we cram another car full, but w/only 6 people this time. the driver thanked god that the pullman po-po did not catch us as she drove violently in and out of traffic and back safely to gannon/golds.
wsu intramural softball can be so dangerous. i can't wait to play next week.
oh, and by the way, our team name is 'bumble bee tuna'
Slapped up here on 9/17/2001 09:40:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
1.) we cram in 7 people in a small honda car in a last ditch effort to finally get to our patch of grass before out lower extremites give out.
2.) a guy runs after foul ball and finds himself ramming his face, neck, and upper torso up against a chain link fence. no bloodshed though.
3.) a foul ball found it's way flying off the bat and up to the nose of the batter, "that just hit me in the face!" the batter exclaimed forcefully!
4.) the first base coach of the other team calls our 1st baseman over to, "let him in on a little something..." the 1st baseman proceeds over, and the base coach rips a fart. he claimed, "i just wanted to ass you a question."
5.) we are good sports and cheer the other team, "good catch guy! even though you are 40 yrs old..."
6.) we express our feelings through words and not violent acts, "that's not fucking fair, that's fucking bull-shit, you've got to be fucking kidding me, you know what, fuck this!"
7.) we all followed the rules, "are any of you drunk?"
8.) after the festivities concluded [we did win both games], we cram another car full, but w/only 6 people this time. the driver thanked god that the pullman po-po did not catch us as she drove violently in and out of traffic and back safely to gannon/golds.
wsu intramural softball can be so dangerous. i can't wait to play next week.
oh, and by the way, our team name is 'bumble bee tuna'
Slapped up here on 9/17/2001 09:40:00 PM by: Me, Suzy...
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