I'm not complaining
Oh? Probably.
This may mean nothing to a lot of people.
An Underdog Story
So last night we had a frisbee game. Due to dog sicknesses, swollen knees, and other reasons, we only had one girl present. Our league says we have to play 4:3 guys:girls. So we were a little short. The league rules state that the opposing team can either give us girls or we can agree to switch to 5:2 or even 6:1 if we must. The other team was rude and dumb; they decided to offer us two DIFFERENT options: 1) Forfeit the game and then just play for fun by switching up teams and sharing women. 2) Play 4:2 (a girl with a swollen ankle showed up, not expecting to play) against their 4:3. Yes, they were kind enough to offer that we could play a man down.
We chose not to forfeit. Instead played 4 guys and 2 girls against their 7. Our girls could not sub the entire game, and one could not run.
We were up 8-3 at the half, and won the game handedly.
Thanks for the forfeit option, though.
Oh? Yeah.
After the frisbee game today, I found out my best friend is gay.
Ben Gay.
”Hi Amanda.
My bank teller was A grey-haired black man in suspenders, named Flem Bronner. Awesome.
Only jerks get tattoos?
When people see my tattoo(s), they ask me about them, and one of two things happens.
If they have tattoos, they just say “cool.”
If they don’t have any tattoos, they tell me a story about how they saw someone who was covered in tattoos. A painter who worked on their house, or someone they met on a vacation. Then they say how the person turned out to be the nicest person ever. As though only rude people get tattoos. They tell me this, and I don’t know why. Because I have tattoos, and I’m nice. I’m not going to be surprised that they found someone else who has them and didn’t bite their face off.
Tell them I say hi, though.
