Would you expect anything less? Really?
As shocking of an admission as it is, I will tell you that every now and again something horridly stupefying comes out of my mouth. What's not so shocking is that this time around it involves balls.
Allow me to take you through the rear end of this....I casually made the comment that I hoped Irishman wasn't getting bored with me. Due to conflicting work schedules and the busyness of the kids lately we haven't really gone out and done much. We occasionally grab something to eat but nothing in the way of socializing. SO my
It went like this:
ME: "Maybe I should get a hobby.
Or pick up a skill that we can both do something with.
I don't want to be boring"
Him: "Archery! We could hunt together"
1.you want me to climb into a tree...off the ground...
high up...with the possibility of a long fall.
D. It's a deadly weapon. You WANT to be out
in the middle of no where with me wielding a weapon?"
Him: "It's just a bow. Not a rifle. I'm not that stupid. What could possibly happen?"
ME: "I shoot you in the ass on accident. Seriously.
I can't walk up the stairs without falling. What's next on the list?"
Then from somwhere deep within the spastic expanses of my black matter (I'm better than grey...I'm black) I yell "BALLS! Yes! Balls! What about bowling?"
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