DoomMerchant wrote:i think training is for pussies. Just show up on game day and smash their back doors in like they prollee did 40 years ago. Have some drinks the night before for good measure, and immediately after as well to either celebrate or drown your sorrows.
Pffffft. Training. Please.
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Utter...utter....utter utter...bollox....Training is vitally important.
Without training, how would you have learned:
How to stand quietly, without moving or fidgeting, in a store, whilst your missus chooses which pair of shoes will cause her the most immediate and excruciating pain to wear?
That $50 per day is insufficient for the social needs of a prepubescent daughter.
That it is entirely natural for an older woman to scream and rave about some member of a boy band but should you glance for a nano second at a pair of female legs, you are a perv.
To nod, smile and say "Yes Dear" as she rapes, loots and pillages your hard earned bank account, whilst the total at the bottom of your bank statement whirls round dervishlike, beyond zero to a huge total prefixed with a minus sign.
C'mon Doomie, you know the value of good training. You've been there mate.