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XL_Jockey isn't known to brag...
May 26, 2009 at
05:55 AM
In order to prepare the yard for the new playset to arrive sometime in the near future I found out that I was expected to clean up all the branches, including the gigantic pile behind the shed.
Since my wife was outside and I was wearing a tanktop, all hot and sweaty, I realized that I needed to take advantage of the situation and prepare my chances for the evening. Instead of using the branch cutters I started breaking these branches with my bear hands. I'm extremely muscular and hairy. I also used my bare hands and broke several dried twigs.
Then I started leaning a few against a tree and dropkicking them, like the badass I am. I even made sounds like they do in the movies, like "herush", and "fwoop", but I avoided "fwap fwap fwap fwap", at least for now, depending on how the night goes.
I had one particularly large branch, at least the size of a rolling pin. I tried a couple times to break it, but it resisted me as if it was married to me and I was trying to get it in bed for 16 months. So I channeled all my frustration and performed a flying spinning roundhouse dropkick, the same one that Dora the Explorer performed on the soccer ball to get the winning goal in the episode when her team was playing against the dinosaurs.
Well this branch decided to exact it's revenge. As I struck it with brutal force, it snapped in 3. Unfortunately for me the third piece richocheted off the tree and struck me in and about the facial area. I guess you can say it gave me a woody facial. I immediately saw myself from the third person, in slo-mo bullet-time like in the Matrix. I attempted to dodge but the branch hit me squarely in the jaw... actually more semi-circularly. The force was such that it cause me to chip a tooth.
I saw my wife jump up and run inside and I realized that my extreme display of manhood must have pushed her over the edge. She was probably upstairs grabbing some lube already.
No, she needed to find her cellphone to call her sister before she stopped laughing.
I'll get my revenge you branch bastards!
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Since my wife was outside and I was wearing a tanktop, all hot and sweaty, I realized that I needed to take advantage of the situation and prepare my chances for the evening. Instead of using the branch cutters I started breaking these branches with my bear hands. I'm extremely muscular and hairy. I also used my bare hands and broke several dried twigs.
Then I started leaning a few against a tree and dropkicking them, like the badass I am. I even made sounds like they do in the movies, like "herush", and "fwoop", but I avoided "fwap fwap fwap fwap", at least for now, depending on how the night goes.
I had one particularly large branch, at least the size of a rolling pin. I tried a couple times to break it, but it resisted me as if it was married to me and I was trying to get it in bed for 16 months. So I channeled all my frustration and performed a flying spinning roundhouse dropkick, the same one that Dora the Explorer performed on the soccer ball to get the winning goal in the episode when her team was playing against the dinosaurs.
Well this branch decided to exact it's revenge. As I struck it with brutal force, it snapped in 3. Unfortunately for me the third piece richocheted off the tree and struck me in and about the facial area. I guess you can say it gave me a woody facial. I immediately saw myself from the third person, in slo-mo bullet-time like in the Matrix. I attempted to dodge but the branch hit me squarely in the jaw... actually more semi-circularly. The force was such that it cause me to chip a tooth.
I saw my wife jump up and run inside and I realized that my extreme display of manhood must have pushed her over the edge. She was probably upstairs grabbing some lube already.
No, she needed to find her cellphone to call her sister before she stopped laughing.
I'll get my revenge you branch bastards!
July 12, 2010, 3:09 pm: System Notice: This thread has been automatically renewed after reaching a post limit. Most of its content has been moved to this thread for reference purposes.
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Are you nuts????
If we pay for his therapy, that just opens Pandora's Box and the next thing you know, we'll be footing the bill for Autumn's toe electrolysis, Lloyd's clothing addiction, MLV's blood transfusions, Nagin's ass-twitching meds, Jaded's tranny treatment, and rehab for every coupon-clipping, toilet paper hoarding, DS "ho" (thank you Holly) ... in the Lounge!!!
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Are you nuts????
If we pay for his therapy, that just opens Pandora's Box and the next thing you know, we'll be footing the bill for Autumn's toe electrolysis, Lloyd's clothing addiction, MLV's blood transfusions, Nagin's ass-twitching meds, Jaded's tranny treatment, and rehab for every coupon-clipping, toilet paper hoarding, DS "ho" (thank you Holly) ... in the Lounge!!!
Are you nuts????
If we pay for his therapy, that just opens Pandora's Box and the next thing you know, we'll be footing the bill for Autumn's toe electrolysis, Lloyd's clothing addiction, MLV's blood transfusions, Nagin's ass-twitching meds, Jaded's tranny treatment, and rehab for every coupon-clipping, toilet paper hoarding, DS "ho" (thank you Holly) ... in the Lounge!!!
So I make sure my 3yo gets on the potty to do her business because she just hasn't been going regularly, and I know she's getting backed up. It's weird that you have to cheer and praise a kid for going poop. Anyway, I'm finishing up getting the little one to bed, just zipping up her jammies and taking her empty bottle away. I just need to lay her down, turn on her music and shut the door. Then this conversation ensues from the bathroom:
G: Daddy, I did lots of poopy!
Me: Great job, keep pushing it all out!
G: I have some poopy on my hands.
Me: That's okay, I'll wash you off. Great job though!
G: I think I have a lot of poopy on my hands.
Me: It's okay (as I start to walk into the bathroom) I'll just wash your ha... OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!
G: I couldn't push it all out so I tried pulling (innocent smile)
So I make sure my 3yo gets on the potty to do her business because she just hasn't been going regularly, and I know she's getting backed up. It's weird that you have to cheer and praise a kid for going poop. Anyway, I'm finishing up getting the little one to bed, just zipping up her jammies and taking her empty bottle away. I just need to lay her down, turn on her music and shut the door. Then this conversation ensues from the bathroom:
G: Daddy, I did lots of poopy!
Me: Great job, keep pushing it all out!
G: I have some poopy on my hands.
Me: That's okay, I'll wash you off. Great job though!
G: I think I have a lot of poopy on my hands.
Me: It's okay (as I start to walk into the bathroom) I'll just wash your ha... OH MY GOD! WHAT DID YOU DO!?!?!
G: I couldn't push it all out so I tried pulling (innocent smile)
That reminds me of the restroom this morning. From a stall I hear a little girl say:
"Mommy, I'll poopy!"
"No honey, you don't need to poopy."
"Mommy will poopy?"
"No honey, mommy doesn't need to poopy, but thanks."
*toilet flush*
"bye-bye!"