You know youre hooked when this is your dream while waiting for a mr.sandbag from freedom.
(SUNG TO TUNE OF "MR.SANDMAN")
Mr.sandbag...Fulfill my dreams,
Be the best footbag,
that i've ever seen.
Clipper and toe stall, like on the little poster,
and i'll be happy,
one-thousand times over!
Mr.sandbag...Fulfill my dreams,
Be the best footbag,
that i've ever seen.
Clipper and toe stall, like on the little poster,
and i'll be happy,
one-thousand times over!
Hakker wrote:
Mr.sandbag...Fulfill my dreams,
Be the best footbag,
that i've ever seen.
Clipper and toe stall, like on the little poster,
and i'll be happy,
one-thousand times over!
You know your addicted to footbag when your friend asks you in the middle of class why your eyes are closed and you say your tyered but your really working on your game hrough meditation
Welcom To The Shred Life Of
~~~London James Niro~~~
haha, maybe a little but I usually walk into the art room, walk around it once and then start kicking with my friend for the whole period.....seems to happen with all my classes really
If you pass out randomly on the weekend doing something that (for once) has nothing to do with footbag (or drugs or alcohol) and your first thought is "Oh, this can't be serious... I've got lots more footbag to play"
when you're studying poetry in English class, then the teacher is having trouble to come up with an example to help everyone understand the concept of a Paradox; so you hop up in front of the class and show them the difference between a Mirage and a Paradox Mirage to help her.
Despite exhaustion from hours of shred during the day and nagging hip pain you still keep picking up your bag and going for a few tricks when you should be doing your chores and cleaning up your apartment.