Man I got slashed up tonite at Basketball by this chic with nine inch nails. Trying not to drip on the keys. I have cuts everywhere, I didn't even notice until I sat here and started typing. Geez.
Good thing we beat her soundly. Good thing I have my desk stapler to close up the wounds.
Angie, who was my senior captain when I was a freshman, was telling me a hilarious story about her KICKBALL team. Yeah you heard that right. I thought the boys' Dodgeball team was the blastiest from the pastiest. But kickball... Wow that brings back some memories. She said her long arms, and the opponents' disbelief of her long arms, elicited some harshitudes and namecalling, and elicited a league wide e-mail from the kickball administation concerning her position of catcher and courtesies therein.
I ask you, Is there anything funnier than a person winding up to kick a giant red ball on the ground and whiffing?
Maybe Dave today at Sweet Tomatoes yelling to the general populous: "Where the hell are the bacon bits?"
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