Friday, October 23, 2009

Bank It

Last night the Renter had a straight in shot on the 8 ball.

Me: Stop, stop, hit it off the rail so you don't...

She hits it.

Me: ...scratch.

This led to a huge argument because I tried to help out. Now my Halloween costume is sitting in the garbage and the last thing I remember putting in there was sperm; not in a napkin or paper towel, just on top off everything else in the garbage. Don't think I can bring myself to where that.

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