At Michele's barbeque/tardball extravaganza last night, I was walking to the bathroom when I ran straight into a pole at crotch level. Someone had to make up for the general competence running rampant during the baseball game, but aside from that I plead poor lighting, poor placement, and poor choice of pole color. The major thought in my head as I crumpled to the ground making ow ow ow ow noises was, "If I had testicles, I'd be dead right now."
Fortunately, I do not have testicles (in case you were wondering). I do, however, have a shitload of peanut butter cookies left over. You guys barely made a dent in them. Come on, do you expect me to finish these all by mmffmmf? And for breakfmmff, mmf ffmff? Well, okay. I guess I'll just have mf mmff.
Posted by dianna at May 30, 2005 11:11 AMi totally just ate brownies for breakfast! and my mom made a noise of disgust at how much potato salad was left.
dood! you ran into a pole? i totally missed that opportunity to make fun of you.
Posted by: michele at May 30, 2005 11:39 AMOur good friend who shall remain nameless in this story managed to walk into a crotch level pole. The majority of the impact was taken up by the musculature, superficial to his pubic bone. The bruise / internal bleeding that ensued drained into his dick making it black for a few weeks. He also said it hurt alot.
Posted by: gene at May 30, 2005 12:06 PMoh my god!
yuck.
dianna's effort was more gracefully comical.
and hopefully less damaging in the long run.
also, dianna-
send the cookies here, I mean it!
I cannot live without a peanut!
Mr. Holohan has the exact opposite problem.
Posted by: kati at June 1, 2005 01:55 PM