A Statement.
Thank you very much for coming. Thank you. Thank you. I love
you.
My public.
Forgive me, at this terrible time I feel…close to tears. You
move me.
And I’d like to thank the makers of the FigFuxs Body Armour
Sports Bra, ‘sexy comfort, intimate moments and impact reduction in one’, for
providing the hotel, carpet and microphones today. Available in a variety of
colours and at low prices. Guaranteed to help ball movement on and off the
court.
So.
I know many of you thought I was retiring due to injuries,
but that was just a big, fat lie, put around by other jealous grunters on the
circuit. These grunters are rude, nasty people and, furthermore, do not grunt
nearly as loudly as me. They are jealous of my glamorous looks, fine figure and
strong personality. I’ll probably sue them when I get round to it, just you
wait.
In any case I would hardly announce my retirement here would
I? In this, frankly, seedy, downtown Brighton
hotel on this ugly beige carpet provided by FigFuxs Bras. No, I would not.
I have a much more important thing to say to you.
Firstly, I would like to announce, here and now, that I am
severing all my ties with the FigFuxs Corporation. They can take their
sponsorship deal and do one as far as I’m concerned. Secondly, I have to admit
that I might have, somehow, failed a doping test during a recent tournament.
Now this has come as a terrible shock.
It’s as much of a shock to me as it is to you, my family, my
fellow professionals and all my other sponsors excepting FigFuxs. I would like
to reassure you that I had no knowledge that I had been taking any performance
enhancing drugs whatsoever over the last ten years. In fact I was so astonished
that, to start with, I thought it was malicious lies spread by those rival
grunters that I might have mentioned earlier. Or possibly FigFuxs.
How could I, Petra Shazagruntova, have done such a thing? I
know you’re asking yourselves that? Well I scratched my head for a possible
reason and for such a foolish oversight. Then, it came to me.
For many years now I have taking ‘Tixylix Cough Mixture’,
available on demand in high street chemist ‘Boots’ (other chemists are
available). I had to take it due to my throat getting sore from so much
grunting activity. As you may imagine them grunts come at a price. That price
is my throat.
But…and it’s a big but, my public, fellow professionals,
family and sponsors, I can only think that ‘Tixylix Cough Mixture’ contains
performance enhancing substances that have suddenly become banned in my sport.
The fault is mine.
It is every player’s responsibility to know what is in
‘Tixylix Cough Mixture’ before they take it. This remains true even if you’ve
had three hard sets of high pitched shrieking and severely painful gruntage and
your throat is burning like a bastard.
Not for us the pleasures of a soothing spoon of ‘Tixylix’ at
the end of the day, we must endure the agony. From now on I will never ever
take ‘Tixylix’ ever, ever again, I promise and cross my heart, hope to die.
My hope is that, as I now throw myself upon the mercy of my
professional association, they understand that my mistake was not my fault.
Well, it was my fault, a bit, but it was also a fault that anybody could have
faulted on. I guess it was a ‘double fault’. And we all make those, don’t we?
Thank you for your understanding. Thank you my public. Thank
you my sponsors.
Thank you, ‘Tixylix’.
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