June 10, 2009

The Superball

Og took a break from blogging but is now back with a vengeance. Check out his story about a superball:
The superball
Remember these? I do. I do really, really well.

I bought one of these bastards with my own money- at a time when I didn�t have a lot of scratch to throw around. I think it was Confirmation money. I saw the commercials and thought, good lord, I HAVE to have one of those.

And then I got it home. I realized, there is barely a piece of concrete in the neighborhood. Our driveway was shingletab, the sidewalk gravel, the street was oiled crush&run. There was concrete in front of the front door. So I would stand there and throw the superball at the concrete, but instead of flying many feet into the air, it just bounced up and hit the ceiling of the porch, back down to the concrete, lather, rinse, and repeat. Think �Bam. Thump. Bam. Thump. Bam. Thump. Ow!� as it bounced back and forth and finally creamed me in the throat, or groin, or eye, or ear.

Without concrete, a superball isn�t a very fun toy. So I was disappointed I�d spent my $5 for something I couldn�t play with.
What follows is a multiple drink alert story. Wonderful stuff... Posted by DaveH at June 10, 2009 8:52 PM
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