So last night I come home from my softball game (having lost 97% of all liquid in my body by having sweat it out) wearing a hat, a purple Faith Family shirt, shorts, cleats, and a baseball glove in my hand. I look dead tired because I was and also half covered in dirt. This is pretty typical for a Monday night since every Monday night for the past couple of months I have had softball. Now I walk in and one of my roommates asks “What’ve ya been up to bro?”
What the flip do you think I was up to?
“Oh well actually I just got done taking swing dance lessons. No no, wait, I was actually just released from prison.” I mean honestly… So as if that wasn’t enough of a “here’s your sign” moment, later on that night, I am asleep on the couch listening to my iPod. The same roommate from before walks up, and kicks my leg that is hanging over the side of the couch and asks “What are you doin man?”
He’s a real champ.
I say “Well I was sleeping but uh not so much now. Why?”
“Oh sorry bro, I didn’t mean to interrupt you”
What the %^#@ ???
What do you mean you didn’t mean to disturb me? Did you accidentally lift your foot the 3 feet off the floor it took to kick my leg? Did your body suddenly convulse? Do you have some sort of disorder causing you to go around uncontrollably kicking things? These are not rhetorical questions here. I want to know. Like I said… a real champ.
I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
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