Comments on: If You’re Good At Sports, Crissy Hates You.

By: lacochran

lacochran — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 17:16:33 +0000

Waking up with a gym teacher standing over you is always a scary thing. On so many levels.

Thanks for the flashbacks! *shudder*

By: PooMaster

PooMaster — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 07:25:40 +0000

Nothing will ever top fucking swimming class.

The slimy floor the smell of chlorine barely over powering the stench of urine and body odor.

I was actually tossed out the first day because I refused to walk barefoot on the floor and use community snorkels that sat it a bucket of bleach. I told him no he pointed with his nub finger and threatened to put me in.

I turned back faked the nub pointed at him and told him to eat me I would rather gnaw my fingers off then go into that sperm and piss filled pool.

So ended my high school swimming experience I got to watch everyone else from the bleachers.

By: Lisa

Lisa — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 05:59:08 +0000

You are officially THE QUEEN!!! Your loyal subjects/Queefs bow to you! Middle school is gone and we love ya!!

By: cew

cew — Fri, 17 Oct 2008 04:35:14 +0000

But Gym doesn’t matter because you are the Queen and Hottest Mommy Blogger! Congratulations Crissy!

By: saratogajean

saratogajean — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:49:48 +0000

I have the same phobia!

Good thing you don’t have to be good at everything to be the QOFE.

By: Megkathleen

Megkathleen — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:26:27 +0000

I have a phobia of balls flying at my face too! Woohoo for hating sports! They’re for losers.

By: aznman

aznman — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 17:13:31 +0000

“I have a phobia involving anything that involves balls flying at my face.”

thats not what Mister told me

lol

By: Crissy's Pimp

Crissy's Pimp — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:51:55 +0000

queens do not run.

By: Arjewtino

Arjewtino — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:17:49 +0000

What did you play, then during recess? You must have done SOMETHING. Four-square? Hopscotch?

I guess this means you won’t be running an 8K anytime soon?

By: Kiala

Kiala — Thu, 16 Oct 2008 16:11:10 +0000

I somehow convinced my mom to get my doctor to write me a note in the sixth grade saying I was allergic to the grass on the field and therefore couldn’t run laps.

It was pretty genius. Except I was kind of fat.