Tism The Parable Of Glenn Mcgrath's Haircut
My mate Roger got a girl pregnant when he was fourteen. He was so shit = scared he told me, and when he said that her dad was a cop I thought he was joking. I told him he's got to = tell someone, and so he went and told a teacher, and the girl eventually = got an abortion. He was f..cking shitting himself, let me tell you, but = six months later he was f..cking around like always. Ooh, aahh, Glenn McGrath "You betta watch it" I thought to myself. But Roger was pretty f..cking = sure of himself. He was the guy who first brought a block of hash to a = party. Because I was his friend I was there when he first showed it to = people, and we all went down the backyard and he rolled a joint. Where = did he get it from? My parents would have killed me if they knew. I = thought we'd all turn into junkies or something if we had too much. The last time I saw Roger was last year at the Boxing Day test. He'd = turned into such a fat, normal, yobbo cunt. "The wife nearly didn't let = me out today" he said, and he did all that chanting yobs do, like "Ooh, = Aahh, Glenn McGrath". "It got you in the end" I thought to myself, as I = looked at Roger. "Life got you in the end, pal. You were such a cocky, = successful winner when we were 16, but now you're just another sad fat = prick sitting in the M.C.G high-fiving in self-congratulation, as if its = you that had the skill and determination to play for Australia". Its = the cunts with the bad haircuts that you've got to watch out for. = There's never been a popular teenager yet who's done rat's with their = life. Its the f..cking dorks that give it a real go. Glenn McGrath got = 5 for 50 that day.
