real fast mini post before I go to soccer:
Have i mentioned how much i love hummus? I'm on a freakin yuge hummus kick right now. Can't get enough. I think it's helping my farts though. I have so many little quiet ones I'm getting frustrated. I ended up beating Tim in our first game, albeit somewhat shamefully. We went to 3 deuces, which is a way funnier word when applied to fart tennis than to actual tennis. Sounds like a shart competition. Which is something that needs to happen. But it was ad Tim and I had 3 pretty quick kinda weak farts, at least compared to the previous standard set. It was like I had a couple shots bounce off the net and just drop in. I swear they were funnier in real life than via text. Mostly because I almost piddled on all of them. I'm putting so much effort into this game it's not even funny. Except for the fact that it's actually really funny. I'm telling everyone I think I'm good enough friends with about this game, and occasionally someone who I'm definitely not. Sorry John in ASP, I know we really just met but you seemed cool so I just came on out with it. It was funny though right? Oh you don't read this? Ok that's cool, I guess I'll just keep pretending like you do.
You know what the best part about this blog is? That I can write about people that I kind of know, and then when and if (really just if) we become real friends they can go back and read about how I wrote about them behind their back on the internet when we really didn't know each other in a place that anyone can see (and honestly should see) and will last forever. I'm second guessing myself on John's name. I think it's John, but maybe I'm wrong. Sorry guy who went to the Q with us last night who I'm pretty sure is named John. I don't do well with names, and we're not facebook friends so I haven't stalked you thoroughly enough to remember anything about you. I've never been a good auditory learner, which is why social media is so nice for me. You can essentially study people and I don't really have to listen to what they say because I can just read about it later, which is also nice because I don't have great hearing. And I mumble. I'm a great communicator. But the opposite.
I feel a fart coming on. Hopefully after my 2 indoor games tonight I get a real big one to make up for my semi-cheap shots this afternoon. But really I'm not sorry because all is fair in farts and war, and that's doubly true for fart wars.
shwewsh
Have i mentioned how much i love hummus? I'm on a freakin yuge hummus kick right now. Can't get enough. I think it's helping my farts though. I have so many little quiet ones I'm getting frustrated. I ended up beating Tim in our first game, albeit somewhat shamefully. We went to 3 deuces, which is a way funnier word when applied to fart tennis than to actual tennis. Sounds like a shart competition. Which is something that needs to happen. But it was ad Tim and I had 3 pretty quick kinda weak farts, at least compared to the previous standard set. It was like I had a couple shots bounce off the net and just drop in. I swear they were funnier in real life than via text. Mostly because I almost piddled on all of them. I'm putting so much effort into this game it's not even funny. Except for the fact that it's actually really funny. I'm telling everyone I think I'm good enough friends with about this game, and occasionally someone who I'm definitely not. Sorry John in ASP, I know we really just met but you seemed cool so I just came on out with it. It was funny though right? Oh you don't read this? Ok that's cool, I guess I'll just keep pretending like you do.
You know what the best part about this blog is? That I can write about people that I kind of know, and then when and if (really just if) we become real friends they can go back and read about how I wrote about them behind their back on the internet when we really didn't know each other in a place that anyone can see (and honestly should see) and will last forever. I'm second guessing myself on John's name. I think it's John, but maybe I'm wrong. Sorry guy who went to the Q with us last night who I'm pretty sure is named John. I don't do well with names, and we're not facebook friends so I haven't stalked you thoroughly enough to remember anything about you. I've never been a good auditory learner, which is why social media is so nice for me. You can essentially study people and I don't really have to listen to what they say because I can just read about it later, which is also nice because I don't have great hearing. And I mumble. I'm a great communicator. But the opposite.
I feel a fart coming on. Hopefully after my 2 indoor games tonight I get a real big one to make up for my semi-cheap shots this afternoon. But really I'm not sorry because all is fair in farts and war, and that's doubly true for fart wars.
shwewsh
I'm glad you've incorporated piddling into your daily blogcabulary.
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