Rocket League - A poem

A poem by Angry Clint.

The trials and tribulations of Rocket League
or
Sod's Law

Nae boosties

Nae boosties

Nae gamesmester tae help get boosties

Nae boosties

the end

Didn't have Chicken

Ma Chicken wasn't ready until well after 10:30pm last night.

But i'll be having it tonight, make no mistake.  It's currently sitting in the Slow Cooker soaking in it's juices and sauce.

Chicken!
Chicken!
Chicken!

Chicken

I am totally gonna have Chicken for ma tea the night.

Unless ah get a Kebab.  But ah'll prolly go for Chicken.

The Second Force Awakens

"But how could a Slave Girl take down the third in command of the Second Force?"

Kids, don't take Vodka to the cinema!

Rocket League

At some stage I will get back to playing Rocket League.

You have my word.

30 yard raker into the top corner!!  Rocket Jumping.  An absolute peach of a goal.

No Star Wars 8 or 9 SPOILERS

Already there are far too many fan theories floating about for episode 8 and 9. I want to know nothing. NOTHING.

Don't tell me anything about your theory on who Rey's Parents are. Who Snoke might be. The knights of Ren. If you think Lor San Tekka isn't really dead. How the next movie will open. When the next movie will open.

I don't care.

Because if even one of them turns out to be true then i'll be f@#king livid!!!

The Prettiest Star is shining brighter tonight