Here's Eryn trying to score.
And me guarding the goal. I look like some sort of soccer hooligan (more like a football hooligan, and the kind that plays after work now and then and drinks a lot, not the kind that plays professionally and is ripped) in my bicycling t-shirt and bicycling boxers. I couldn't be troubled to put on pants. There are more and more days like that.
You better watch it--you're going to get a croc to the balls if you keep letting her wear those.
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