Because when you describe those games, the entertainment potential is obvious. And slinking isn't something I'd call 'fun'.
I had five more innings of plate-dusting and bat-polishing ahead of me, and no tub full of soapy water in sight. I don't know what I was thinking, nor what I was smoking at the time.
'Tubby' seems right for her.
And the girl who says she takes a bath before and after every game?
I took the opportunity to clear the mothballs away, and update a few of said features, and would now like to point you in their direction.
Jesus, that poor bastard. Then I came home, and thoroughly scrubbed my hands with soapy hot water, for as long as I could stand it.
Maybe they're all coloring books and pop-up picture stories. They had 'J-Dog' and 'Wheels' in the middle infield, with 'Smitty' and 'Milkshake' manning the corners. In the outfield, it was 'Bimbo', 'Slick', and 'Nails'.
Bite-sized bits of silliness never tasted so good.
Early in the contest, I was standing by our bench.
Someone who could play hide 'n' seek in the stacks, stand in the granny porn computer line, and idly wonder whether Elmer has a hot librarian granddaughter. Early in the contest, I was standing by our bench. I can't possibly let him down. Some methods are more painful than others, but that's the way it goes.
Later, you can make up a story about a family emergency or a once-in-a-lifetime stockbroker tip, or the babysitter calling to say that she's sick or dead or pregnant with your child or something.
Someone who could play hide 'n' seek in the stacks, stand in the granny porn computer line, and idly wonder whether Elmer has a hot librarian granddaughter. Trust me on this one.
I'm sure he'd like that.