Soccer camp was this week. There was a mix of kids aged between six and eleven. Can you guess which kids were the whiniest? The 10-11 boys. All the girls just did what they were supposed to do. The boys were the whiniest snivelling lamest good for nothing crybabies I'd ever seen.

Too hot. Don't want to put on pennies. Stayed up too late. Have baseball tomorrow. Had a game last night. Thirsty. Don't like the rain. Hungry. Too full from breakfast. Don't like my shirt. Forgot my ball. We did that yesterday. You're too fast. My partner sucks. My ball sucks. My feet hurt. My shinguards are uncomfortable. The sun is in my eyes. Too much wind.

Damn.

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