It’s a good thing that I don’t type with my feet, or I’d be out of a job.

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Last night was fun. Things were fine. Unfortunately the green team took the game seriously. Shame on them. It was so silly. This lady, yes ME, got a triple and scored a run.

We only lost 6-3. In any event, we were all by my car drinking and having fun.

One man, a Mr. Brian something-or-other, decided to be a grouch and drive off by us real loud and fast like.

He ran over my foot.

Who DOES that? None of MY friends are the foot-running-over-type.

Don’t be so jealous that you turn to maiming. Shame on you.