I'm thinking of writing a bit on bag tagging.
Because, as a practice, it's one of the most ridiculous things that men do.
When I was finally preparing to leave Acadia (ego in tow) my roommates and I invented a game.
Here are the rules:
You take a tennis ball.
You all sit a few feet from one another in low-riding seats.
Legs spread.
You arc the tennis ball a few feet into the air.
Trying to hit the other players' testicles.
You take turns in a circle.
No moving.
No flinching.
We called it 'Lob Ball.'
Of course we did.
We played it for an afternoon.
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