Conversations With Kris
Tonight after I got off work, Kris and I went to play some mini-golf. When we finished (after losing one ball in watter, fighting our way through hordes of little irritating gnats and playing a hole twice cause I somehow forgot to write down one hole's scores), I had a score of 58, Kris had a score of 73. But to be fair, it was only is second time ever playing mini-golf. And he DID manage to get a hole in one.
Anyway, after we paid, and got our clubs, we had to chose a ball to play with and this conversation took place:
POLT: I'll be using the Purple Ball Of Victory!
KRIS: Hmm, guess I'll take the Blue Ball of....Sexual Frustration....
POLT: Well who's fault is that?
KRIS: ....yeah, well....maybe I'll choose the...Black Ball of....Death?
POLT: Good choice since you'll be..dying at the...end of the...game?
KRIS: ..........let just go play......
POLT
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