tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014289944856732212.post6087585456590517782..comments2015-11-29T05:09:49.424-05:00Comments on A Year in Slovakia: OMGUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014289944856732212.post-23008062880974623062010-12-10T19:52:50.095-05:002010-12-10T19:52:50.095-05:00I'm not convinced that aunt gen is as old as g...I'm not convinced that aunt gen is as old as gb suggests... Good Lord, hoe old would that make me? ... must be a mathemagical error.John Wm Rossiterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03740428528371558976noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014289944856732212.post-7803128083424120822010-09-10T13:13:23.315-04:002010-09-10T13:13:23.315-04:00hahahahaha. yea, i dont have the same problems wit...hahahahaha. yea, i dont have the same problems with running...im just too lazy to run! hahaha. but yes, thats why i like volleyball too. <br />we werent actually playing volleyball tho, we wer just passing the ball around, like u do to warm up before a game or whatever.Kathleen Buckleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08752914387263701559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3014289944856732212.post-40781258680174421652010-09-09T17:17:27.190-04:002010-09-09T17:17:27.190-04:00Ahhh, muscle soreness, good times. Playing volley...Ahhh, muscle soreness, good times. Playing volleyball is fun, though, yes? I used to play volleyball in highschool, precisely because it was the one sport that did NOT require much running because aunt gen is so old that they didn't have quality exercise bras when she was a teennager and running was toooo painful.gbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05182372333634183591noreply@blogger.com