WHAT'S THE DEAL WITH FIFA ANYWAY?
I'm still in Peterborough and am going out with My Man to meet his friends in a while. But before we leave his friend is over so that they can play some FIFA together. Basically the male version of cocktails. Or something.
- Frida, eh, are you gonna move over to the desk soon?
- Why?
- Well, Anton's coming. And we're gonna play FIFA so we're gonna need the bed.
- What do you mean, it's a King size? Can't I still sit here?
- Well, I guess... but we're gonna go into FIFA mode, you know... we're gonna need space...
OMFG. What's the deal with FIFA anyway? My Man's been playing it for an hour already, screaming, waving and making inappropriate gestures. The good thing is that I don't really need to interact, as long as I say "You're the Man", "you're such a LAD" or "wow, that's really impressive" he won't even notice that I'm not even in the same room. Oh dear. Boys with toys.
Oh, and by the way. Apparently I know watch Formula 1 on Sundays. So my style, ja?
- Frida, eh, are you gonna move over to the desk soon?
- Why?
- Well, Anton's coming. And we're gonna play FIFA so we're gonna need the bed.
- What do you mean, it's a King size? Can't I still sit here?
- Well, I guess... but we're gonna go into FIFA mode, you know... we're gonna need space...
OMFG. What's the deal with FIFA anyway? My Man's been playing it for an hour already, screaming, waving and making inappropriate gestures. The good thing is that I don't really need to interact, as long as I say "You're the Man", "you're such a LAD" or "wow, that's really impressive" he won't even notice that I'm not even in the same room. Oh dear. Boys with toys.
Oh, and by the way. Apparently I know watch Formula 1 on Sundays. So my style, ja?
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