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'how weird and isolated a person should be to make curling a lifestyle?', i asked leroy while we were watching curling once again.
'a friend of mine loves curling', he replied while unwrapping a chocolate bar for me, 'yet he seems normal. he even has a girlfriend. she also seems normal and even nice'.
'and he spends his time playing curling?', i asked.
'yep, their team has a cool coach who develops snaky strategies for 'em, fanciful equipment and they really - play curling a lot', he smiled finally.
'jeez', it was all i could say.
'he showed us the game a couple of times, we give it a shot from time to time. wanna come and try?', he bited off a piece and offered me the bar.
'i don't know the rules', i replied and bited a piece myself.
'neither do i. the key is not to let it show', he shrugged his shoulders gracefully.
i like it when guys movements are full of casual grace, that's very hot.
'and there's no way i'd manage not to laugh', i went on.
'i'm afraid he's already used to that - he deals with me and my friends a lot', leroy grinned.
'you're heartless!', i punched him playfully.
'we do our best to contain ourselves', he said, deadpan, but then couldn't help it and confessed, 'actually no, we don't, we get a buzz out of it. wanna join?'
'join your cold-hearted, hardened company of so called friends dishonestly making fun of one's inmost feelings and interests?', i frowned.
'yeah!', he said.
'sure!', i agreed quickly.
'what an imprudent artful wench!', he said with emotion.
i started with 'what a manipulative' and we ended the quote from 'friends' in unison by saying with rachel's intonation, 'bitch'.
'a friend of mine loves curling', he replied while unwrapping a chocolate bar for me, 'yet he seems normal. he even has a girlfriend. she also seems normal and even nice'.
'and he spends his time playing curling?', i asked.
'yep, their team has a cool coach who develops snaky strategies for 'em, fanciful equipment and they really - play curling a lot', he smiled finally.
'jeez', it was all i could say.
'he showed us the game a couple of times, we give it a shot from time to time. wanna come and try?', he bited off a piece and offered me the bar.
'i don't know the rules', i replied and bited a piece myself.
'neither do i. the key is not to let it show', he shrugged his shoulders gracefully.
i like it when guys movements are full of casual grace, that's very hot.
'and there's no way i'd manage not to laugh', i went on.
'i'm afraid he's already used to that - he deals with me and my friends a lot', leroy grinned.
'you're heartless!', i punched him playfully.
'we do our best to contain ourselves', he said, deadpan, but then couldn't help it and confessed, 'actually no, we don't, we get a buzz out of it. wanna join?'
'join your cold-hearted, hardened company of so called friends dishonestly making fun of one's inmost feelings and interests?', i frowned.
'yeah!', he said.
'sure!', i agreed quickly.
'what an imprudent artful wench!', he said with emotion.
i started with 'what a manipulative' and we ended the quote from 'friends' in unison by saying with rachel's intonation, 'bitch'.