When I was about 13, I was disturbed by a rather large crash at about 1am, walked out into the living room and two or three bricks came flying through the window, narrowly missing me. So I have a look outside and 5-6 'youths' are approaching the house, so my brother and I grab a cricket bat and he let's out one of the most beautifully articulated streams of expletives I've ever heard. They shat their pants after a few tame sparring words and bolted.
Fortunately it happened then and not 5 minutes later, because I was getting ready to have a major wank at the time as well. I had cricket the same morning, and didn't get an ounce of sleep; picked up a couple of wickets though. I've had worse days.
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Fortunately it happened then and not 5 minutes later, because I was getting ready to have a major wank at the time as well. I had cricket the same morning, and didn't get an ounce of sleep; picked up a couple of wickets though. I've had worse days.
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