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.