That I think sums up badminton. Halfway through a match with JG I strained my butt. Or at least, I felt a pain in my rear. Got home at 1, feeling all sticky and smelly. The guys would then go on until 5. Crazy.
Yinn Haur just scared me with a screaming website. Deng. I hate these. I believe in the supernatural.
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