So, Roger just tore me a new asshole...in my foot...with a lawn dart.
Some of you are reading this and you're snickering or chuckling or making an ugly face because you remember lawn darts and you've seen someone get hurt. There's a reason they're not popular anymore.
Then there are those of you reading this with your head cocked to one side like a 9 month old puppy you are trying to tell that the cat shit in the litter box isn't candy bars for dogs.
It happened like this; Abby was doing some house cleaning for an upcoming garage sale. She finds a couple of boxes full of the types of things people our age played with as kids.
These are not the kinds of things the kids today play with. Mostly for the above mentioned new hole I have in my foot.
So, there are a couple of boxes full of unsafe old toys in the garage. Put a little bit of liquor in Corbin, David, Roger and I. Let Abby, Jennifer, Natalie and June go inside for some girl talk and presto! I get a new hole in my foot.
The Elle and Jessica Doppelgänger's got a good chuckle when they heard. I kind of wish June wouldn't have called them from the Emergency room. I also kind of wish she wouldn't have had the speakerphone on.
Anyway, her and I are thinking of postponing the party. The last couple of weeks have taken their toll on us.
I'm not looking forward to being in a wheelchair and/or on crutches for the next couple of weeks. They are not very useful in the sand.
