Changing rooms Its time to clean the changing rooms, oh what a bloody joy, underpants and Vaseline im glad im not a boy. Im staring at the loo right now and dont know what to do,it full of so much fesses i mean its f**king pooh. The toilet papers on the wall, its not a lot to ask, to wipe your ass and flush away its not a massive task. I bleach and mop and wash the floor it takes a bloody hour, i really do have no idea what happens in the shower. Id love to be a fly you know watching on the wall, the boys would only piss on me or squash me with a ball. It scares me what they like to scrub, or what they do with soap, or where they put the muscle rub or soap upon a rope. Dirty boots and smelly socks leave such a lovely stench, food and drink and empty cans and gum stuck to the bench. Iv Durex thrown upon the floor and all are filled with water, i hope their not out on the town or trying to pull your daughter, Grass and mud and pubic hair all clogging up the drain, why cant they just take off their boots its driving me insane. Shampoo bottles filled will wee and tape stuck to the floor,i brush and wipe and clean and sweep and then i bolt the door. Im leaning up against the wall right now and watch the boys run out ,a smile, a wave, a joke, Hi ya, Trace they shout. I really love my Rugby boys they are my pride and joy,but finding all the things i find you really cant be coy I watch the boys, i watch the match, the players that they field, i hope they have clean under pants and all have a mouth shield. No longer do i feel annoyed my anger brushed aside, cause watching them in MACKEN kit i feel a rush of pride.
Posted on: Mon, 15 Sep 2014 10:58:39 +0000
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