So last evening I'm sitting in my chair with a skein of yarn and a crochet hook in hand. I have made a bunch of afghans and am tired of them. I decided I needed a throw rug for my living room. The last rugs I bought at Target fell apart the first time I washed them, so I decided to try my hand at crocheting one. I think it will look kinda cool when finished.
Anyway, I'm crocheting away, soothing music is playing and all is well in my world. Right up to the time I hear a ruckus outside my window. Nosy person that I am, I get up and sneak a peek through the window blinds. Sure enough. There in the middle of the street are two guys who have obviously extended Happy Hour far beyond an hour.
These two geniuses are nose to nose. One is hollering, "You hit like a school girl." The other responds, "Don't you ever say that to me." Round and round they go until before long both are on the ground, trying to beat the tar out of one another. Their friends try to pull them apart, but give it up after a while and just let them go. The whole time they are still yelling, "You hit like a school girl," and "Don't you ever say that to me." Both are too drunk to do any real damage.
About this time a cop car pulls up. Two officers get out and survey the scene. They stand and watch these mental giants for a minute and then wade in. One scoops up "You hit like a school girl." The other grabs "Don't you ever say that to me" by the scruff of the neck. Both combatants are given shiny new bracelets to wear and both are poured into the cop car. Off they go to spend a fun filled night in the drunk tank.
And who says my life isn't exciting!
HOTR is back!!!
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