So this weekend Chris was playing tennis with, as he described her, "a very attractive doctor." On a slick forehand slice, his follow through was so ferocious that he whacked himself right on the head. Today he has a sizable lump and another in a wonderful streak of embarrassing himself in front of women.
Like the time Chris, a married father of two at the time, got flirtatious with the enterprise rent-a-car lady and slapped himself so hard he knocked his glasses off.
The ladies don't have high standards, but they tend to become less interested the more you slap your own glasses off your face.
Just something I've noticed.
This is why I don't worry about Chris cheating on me. I have absolute confidence that if he ever even thought about it he would drool on himself and then trip. And not the stumbling kind of trip, but the kind where you go all the way down.
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I think you are being a bit harsh on Chris. I don't think he would drool on himself. Trip yes. Not drool.
ReplyDeleteJohn, you should know better - he would drool. He might even trip on the drool.
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