Yesterday BP Gonzizzle and I went to the batting cages with F. F is a minor league baseball player. We swung at around 60 balls a piece. I'm sure F hit most of his. BP and I did respectably considering neither one of us has held a baseball bat in something like ten years. On the last twelve balls we made a bet. Whoever hit the back net the fewest times has to buy beers next time we go out. Thanks to F's skill and my luck we will be drinking a free round this weekend. It wasn't all a positive experience, though. I woke up this morning and my right hand is shaking like mofo. I can barely even use a pen. Or a gun. Thankfully, my job doesn't require me to use a gun much.


holy crap!

me too! it's my left pinky, but my reaction was instantaneous, as i pointed out to you on the ride home.

typing is somewhat difficult today.

crazy.  


right pinky, not left.  


We'll never make the team at this rate. Time to up our training regimen.  


i've started poppin' pills and beatin my wife.

what are your methods?  


Poppin' pills and beatin your wife.  


ahhh!

angry boner!  


Yes!  


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