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Two Quick Stories About Holes
I don’t know what it us about drunkenness and talking about holes, but apparently George and I have both caught the fever. Let us start with George.
He gets really drunk, falls down and screams, “I fell into a hole!” Luckily Jason was there to remind George that there was no hole there. George’s reply, “I fell into a hole.!”
Jason made the same reply, “George, you fell into the lake.”
Unfortunately for me I didn’t say I fell into a hole. Instead, I got really drunk and decided I’d shotgun a beer with the boys. Now I don’t often shotgun so in my drunken state I decided someone else had to put the hole into my beer can for me. However, I didn’t just ask. I screamed it. And I didn’t just say, “Can you put a hole in my beer can?” No, I screamed, several times I might add, “POKE MY HOLE!!! SOMEONE POKE MY HOLE, I NEED MY HOLE POKED!!!” It took more laughing then I’d like to admit before I realized what was going on.
Moral of the story: Men are obsessed with holes.
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