Thorpie Says “I Fully Quit!”
November 22, 2006
Filed under:Chortling
The Thorpedo retired yesterday and that’s what I came up with on my own, making Wife blow a little bit of the clear kind of snot out her nose.
And I’m not even FROM here. Heh.
NO, I’m not linking and all that. You can look ‘im up.
Faaawksakes. Here:
The champion swimmer announced yesterday that he has quit the sport at just 24 years of age.
It brings to an end a remarkable era in Australian swimming, Thorpe having dominated events on the national and world stage for the best part of a decade.
The career tumble-turn began during his recent stint in Los Angeles, where he says he started to look at his life in a new light, and decided that swimming is no longer the top priority.
The Olympic champion told a packed news conference it was a difficult decision to make but conceded ’swimming was no longer a top priority’ and said he wants to concentrate on other challenges.
Thorpe’s list of achievements include; five Olympic gold medals, ten Commonwealth Games gold, 11 World Championship titles, and nine Pan Pacific gold medals.
He’s also set 21 World Records.
That’s NewsieSpeak for “Yet another Aussie who whupped him a whole lotta ass.”
And my kids love his cereal.
I think.
Or maybe his is the one that’s got more chocolate and honey and syrup and shit in it. Crap, I forget, but it’s the one with his picture and quote on it and we make more fun of it than we do “Tang”.
Stuck in muffuckin traffic this morning and late for Weekly Company Meeting only to find out that Boss was late too and meeting was postponed.
Wrote to Wife, “T’ain’t Fair.
Huhuh, “T’ain’t Fair” sounds like lots of wrinkly patches of funny-looking skin walking around eating Cotton Candy, riding Roller Coasters and trying to win Teddy Bears.”
I fkn kill me.
Tired of thinking about writing a Final Goodbye for this diary.
Tired of thinking that I need to write a freakin’ novel every time I’m on here.
Funny shit gets said and thought of and whispered across pillows and yelled through the shower steam. Every. Damn. Day.
Why not write it down and share it?
Mebbe even make some snot blow out. Not the big ones either, that bounce when they hit your pant leg, but the kind that’s clear and a bit runny and people only notice when you try and wipe it up.
Buddy casually walks up to Wife and says, “Guess what.”
Not as instinctually inclined as myself to shoot back a quick “Chicken’s Butt!” she simply asks, “What?”
“Bunnies,” he even-more-casually replies, “that’s all” and then walks away.
That’s my Boy.
Tell others how much I fkn ROCK:
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