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088/365: balls!


088/365
Originally uploaded by remediva
I love this shirt, and I don't get to wear it often enough. My favorite place to wear it is to Volleyball, because it pisses off all of the over-the-hill macho pricks who take themselves WAAAAAY too seriously (it's recreational B-League, dude. Calm yourself). And it's especially fun when they think this old, fat chick isn't going to get hands on their flaming fireball of a spike, and I block their shit. Or dig it like it wasn't anything special. Heh!

 

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