I thought this chick was drying up but it’s great to be back!!
Super thread title, and Mads
On today’s recrap…
The world’s tallest aviphobe spontaneously went in to a calorie deficit and an injectables bar, before jetting off
no first class to Italy. Armed with an itinerary and planned outings, Soph gave no opportunity for her ‘home’ to have a say in things.
Sneakily, the EU arm of the ETC (Emaddicipation Tattlers Cohort) hatched a plot to rescue Maddie. They drugged the team coach, stole his phone, texted her and commanded instant obedience to comply and come home for her bball duties. Day trip to Cinque Terrified canned = pissed off wifey.
Inspired by the coercion, Tickets tried the same tactic to bring Maddie to Oz but that backfired like a 1974 Torana. Next minute, she found her fragile ass on a flight back to Tulla. Hopefully in the middle seat of cattle class. With any luck EmmyLou have her a cruise.
While we are all speculating as to what blew up, we’re all happy for Maddie. She shoots! She scores (allegedly)! Who cares? The only bball talent Soph has is dribbling all down the front of herself.
A loud roar in the distance… Unsure if it was the incoming Emirates flight from Dubai or the cheer of 1000 Garrick supporters, Sophie stared longingly out over the cyclone fence of the airport perimeter trying to work out what all the excitement was about.
This year is a bust. Isuzu failed
, the world book tour didn’t get any further than the Moe Centrelink
and NB finally listed the marital home on the market and ✂ ties. We’re jelly.
As The Beatles sang, money can buy me love. She pitched for Glennon Doyle but instead got Arthur Conan Doyle. Now Sherlock has no ‘home’.