Saturday, 4 January 2003

Great Rorts of our Time #54

After the night where I couldn't sleep some idiot decides to play with a child rather loudly (and suspiciously, just quietly) right outside my window in the morning. And then just when I concede that he'll be at it all day and get it he goes inside.

Oh good, Brett Lee just went out first ball. Now I don't even have to say "at least he can bat"

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