I used to complain, but not only did I find that it didn't do me much good, but I got a little tired of people laughing at me when I did.
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... and I'm still going to.... laugh at you. Well it's better than crying over spilt milk, right?.
I really wanted to play baseball when I was younger. The coach was really impressed by my enthusiasm and let me play except that I never got a chance to bat.
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You had it way, waaaay too easy. Not like me! My baseball coach had me crawling around on the floor of the dugout picking up all the chewing gum discarded by players before going onto the pitch. He reckoned he didn't want subsequent runners getting slowed down by it. Did I ever get out there to play? Nope, not really, though I did get on the pitch during a game once. Yeah, coach wanted me to run out a fresh jockstrap to 3rd base... and bring back the sweaty one. So don't go complaining you had it tough. I mean, did you have to mop out the showers after a dirty bunch of jocks had been in there?
I had a puppy once but my mother made me give him away.
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That's nothing, my mother made me give away a Mongolian yeti; 2 Shetland ponies; 3 horses; 4 prancing puppies; 5 hens a laying; 6 drakes a dancing; 7 cocks a crowing; 8 sheep a bleating; 9 kittens meowing; 10 Hereford calves for milking; 11 budgerigars a singing; 12 geese a gaggling and a partridge in a pear tree.... oh, and my bike. And it wasn't because the Health Dep't had condemned the place due to the river of shit running through it. Nope, it was because I lied to my teacher about the goats eating my homework. Mother was rather pissed about that... because there were no goats. So Greg, there's no point complaining to me about having to give away a single solitary puppy.
And for anyone learning or having to learn Swedish, quit yer complainin' I had to learn Oozbekistanian once... and that's a real bastard when the letters c, k and q are replaced by this rather drawn out and throaty kaaaawwwwwggghhhh sound. Worse still, the letter S is a C, the letter E is an A, and the letter T is an X... so when you think you're talking about the neighbour's cat, they'll actually think, with the guttural sounding C, that you're a dirty old man talking about having sex with the neighbour