The ball behaved like a hooligan. Streaked past the boundary and then knocked the beer of its perch. The beer stumbled, emptied itself on the ball. Beer and ball frolicked on the grass, it was a moment. The bereaved (the beer-eaved) was overcome with shock and media glare excitement.
Then the beer-ball was dried, and bowled with.
Minutes of tweets, 2nd Day Ashes:
Beer on ball. Look out for beamers.
In spite of the beer, the ball kept low.
Rudi though was high as a kite. Guess he drank the ball.
If that didn’t make sense, well, neither did Rudi.
Beer Cricket.
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