I was play-acting "a young woman jogging in the park".
"Oh, erm... best sporting moment? I guess there are many, but the best has gotta be Tiger winning his first major after his dad died. It was so touching I almost cried."
And of course, I was lying.
"Done? Fast or wat."
"Good wat. No NG, wat to do?"
Free labour for the job.
One pathetic jab at fame.
I need a hole in the ground.
p.s.: I don't fucking jog lor.
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