Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Defend Yourself

Master, to me: Get over here. Bend over that couch.
(whacks me with nerf sword)
Master: Stand up, slave girl. (Hands me another nerf sword). Defend yourself.
Me: (staggering slightly after my one and a half beers): I have to go pee!
Master: You can't go to the bathroom unless you can get past me! Defend yourself.
fierce battle ensues
Me: I cut off your arm!
Master: (still whacking with his missing arm) I cut off your ass!
I made it to the toilet.
Master: Come!

(We aren't always all serious and stuff). 

No comments:

Post a Comment

Fit for Friday Eight

3/16  8 carbs, 35 minutes of walking and 50 minutes of mucking out the barn. 3/17  I was doing really well until the St. Pats Day party, a...