Connect This!
Last Friday night’s best-of-eight, Speed Connect Four match started out just as I’d hoped. I took a quick 2-0 lead. My lead was soon extended to 3-1, and I thought I had this 
one in the bag – My first victory! But that lead simply prolonged the inevitable: Shelley brutalized me with a decisive 7-2 run and defeated me handily 8-5. She made me her bitch – her prison bitch – her own special Washington Redskin.
Shortly before I left, poor Shelley fell ill. I secretly thought it might be the guilt and anguish for so severely damaging my psyche and assailing my manlyishness. But, alas, I was incorrect. She had simply come down with what turned out to be a nasty 24 hour bug.
Saturday morning I called to check up on her. She sounded awful. I called a couple of hours later. She sounded just as awful. Later that afternoon, I took my wonderful friend some tortilla soup, spring water, and ice cream. I spent a few hours tending to her and watching football with her. And yes, we played more Connect Four.
And yes, I was humiliated once again. Even in her diminished state, she again made me her bitch, beating me eight games to six (or maybe five).
I’m not sure if it was the soup, ice cream or the sweet satisfaction of man bashing, but she was feeling considerably better by the time I left.
She worries me. She’s enjoying this just a little too much. I worry me. I keep going back for more.
one in the bag – My first victory! But that lead simply prolonged the inevitable: Shelley brutalized me with a decisive 7-2 run and defeated me handily 8-5. She made me her bitch – her prison bitch – her own special Washington Redskin.Shortly before I left, poor Shelley fell ill. I secretly thought it might be the guilt and anguish for so severely damaging my psyche and assailing my manlyishness. But, alas, I was incorrect. She had simply come down with what turned out to be a nasty 24 hour bug.
Saturday morning I called to check up on her. She sounded awful. I called a couple of hours later. She sounded just as awful. Later that afternoon, I took my wonderful friend some tortilla soup, spring water, and ice cream. I spent a few hours tending to her and watching football with her. And yes, we played more Connect Four.
And yes, I was humiliated once again. Even in her diminished state, she again made me her bitch, beating me eight games to six (or maybe five).
I’m not sure if it was the soup, ice cream or the sweet satisfaction of man bashing, but she was feeling considerably better by the time I left.
She worries me. She’s enjoying this just a little too much. I worry me. I keep going back for more.
PS: Shelley said she'd start blogging every now and then if I help her set it up. It's on my list.
Schoolboy
My accounting class started this week. Ten weeks of hell. I hate numbers, and I hate accounting. I failed it in high school. I just hope this professor is better than the lame Logic professor I had.
El Joke
How Apropos
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them is hurt.
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So....you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Look at our cars. There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and live together for the rest of our days".
Flattered, the man replies, "Yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"
The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." She hands the bottle to the man.
The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle. He then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"
The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police...."
Schoolboy
My accounting class started this week. Ten weeks of hell. I hate numbers, and I hate accounting. I failed it in high school. I just hope this professor is better than the lame Logic professor I had.
El Joke
How Apropos
A woman and a man are involved in a car accident on a snowy, cold Monday morning; it's a bad one. Both of their cars are totally demolished but amazingly neither of them is hurt.
After they crawl out of their cars, the woman says, "So....you're a man. That's interesting. I'm a woman. Look at our cars. There's nothing left, but we're unhurt. This must be a sign from God that we should meet and live together for the rest of our days".
Flattered, the man replies, "Yes, I agree with you completely, this must be a sign from God!"
The woman continues, "And look at this, here's another miracle. My car is completely demolished but this bottle of wine didn't break. Surely God wants us to drink this wine and celebrate our good fortune." She hands the bottle to the man.
The man nods his head in agreement, opens it and drinks half the bottle. He then hands it back to the woman. The woman takes the bottle and immediately puts the cap back on, and hands it back to the man.
The man asks, "Aren't you having any?"
The woman replies, "No. I think I'll just wait for the police...."
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