I was seeing a lass from Brisbane last year. A feisty red-head. The night I met her, at a party, I drank a whole crate of Fosters and impressed her with an attempted overhead volley (of a soccer ball that wasn't even there), catching my ankle on the floor as I jumped, and twisting it to awesome effect.

It lasted three months.

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