Well, to sum things up right away, this is what happened to me this weekend. I was hit in the groin, stretched on a rack, vegetated, saw a chick flick, and then went out to breakfast. Sounds crazy huh? Well, to elaborate on the hit in the groin part, my friend Chuck hit me there with precise accuracy with a snowball. I was just innocently sitting eating the snow. That's when we went sled riding.The next day, my friends and I went sled riding again, but at a different, better place. So when I said I was stretched on a rack, it was basically the next closest thing. We all made a chain of sleds going down the hill. To bad I was in the middle and the weight wasn't evenly distributed. So on my left I had all the lighter people, while on the right, you guessed it, the heavy ones. So going full speed down the hill, I was stretched between the two. The heavy side lagged behind and the light side flew with light speed. So there I am grasping for life trying to pull the two sides together. Not a good idea. I am VERY sore.
Saturday I didn't do much of anything.
On Sunday, my girlfriend and I went to see the movie "Juno". It was okay but what we came to a conclusion about the movie. It was a chick flick in disguise!
The next morning, I went to breakfast and had a huge waffle.
The End
