Gut Rumbles
 

December 20, 2003

slobber in my ears

I let the boys out of prison to eat supper this evening, and as soon as they were finished with the meal, they launched a Wet Willie attack on me. They are getting smarter and stronger. I almost lost that battle.

They put me in a pincher movement, where I was surrounded. If I went for Quinton, Jack got me from behind. If I went for Jack, Quinton did the same thing. I finally grabbed them both and wrestled them to the floor, where I extracted my revenge. They went down fighting, still poking slobber-covered fingers at my ears until I subdued them and made them cry "UNCLE!" three times before I let them up.

I am getting too old for this shit. My back still hurts and both of those boys are like coiled springs-- nothing but muscle and bone. A year ago, I could handle them with one hand. Now, they are on the verge of learning to whup my ass. I need to find a graceful way to bow out of these rasslin' games before I start to lose.

I also need to wash the Wet Willie slobber out of my ears.

Comments

Since you didn't mention gastrometric delights, you must have fixed young-growing-boy food. I'm still salivating with thoughts of shrimp and crab. I should have gone to the grocery store instead of watching football this afternoon.

My Bucs stunk and your Falcons won.

Posted by: Ms Anna on December 20, 2003 09:11 PM

Heh. Do what my dad did and cheat.

Posted by: CM715 on December 20, 2003 09:23 PM

One of these days Acidman, they are going to take you. You will be intolerable for months until the flow of pride slows down. Let them win when the time comes and show them just how happy and proud you are. We'll put up with the pride attack.

Posted by: Wichi Dude on December 20, 2003 09:31 PM

MS Anna: Did you not mean to write "stank"? I believe "stunk" is the past pariciple. Sink sank sunk. Stink stank stunk.

Oh, and who cares who wins in a team sport played with balls not made of lead? Most 'specially if you've never played it yourself! (which I think is a good bet)

Posted by: Justthisguy on December 20, 2003 11:24 PM

MS Anna: Did you not mean to write "stank"? I believe "stunk" is the past participle. Sink sank sunk. Stink stank stunk.

Oh, and who cares who wins in a team sport played with balls not made of lead? Most 'specially if you've never played it yourself! (which I think is a good bet)

Posted by: Justthisguy on December 20, 2003 11:26 PM

Justthisguy,

I'll stand by the past participle of "stunk", as in to high heaven, like a skunk stinks. Using "stunk" expressed my mood.

I played football with the neighborhood boys until I broke my nose the day before school started for my sixth grade.

No, I broke my nose falling out of the top bunkbed, where I didn't normally sleep. I was a tomboy until I broke my nose. It was years before just a little knock on it stopped hurting as bad as it did the morning it happened.

Posted by: Ms Anna on December 21, 2003 10:14 AM

The professor makes the syllabus, not you.

Posted by: Espinola Steve on January 26, 2004 08:19 AM

Do give books - religious or otherwise - for Christmas. They're never fattening, seldom sinful, and permanently personal.

Posted by: Heyden Jenny Steinman on May 3, 2004 03:23 PM
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