The day started off with me styling for school and turned into a DATE!
A play date.
Okay. I didn’t really bring a girl home.
She’s my wife. (Did we go to Vegas? I think I got married!)
She came to visit. We don’t live together, but we go to school together.
I think that’s plenty. You dudes know what I mean.
Here I am having flashbacks of her driving that bus again and taking my balls.
Not again! I was quick to get my ball back this time.
I told her I had to go do important stuff.
She would have to stay home and take care of the animals.
My important stuff was basketball. Shhhh! Don’t tell.
Ready for the shot!
UHOH……I can feel her eyes on me.
I think I’m busted.
She was pretty mad. She threw the dog and left me.
I did what most guys do when their girl leaves them.
I sat down with some snacks and watched TV.
I hope she didn’t do anything crazy when she left.
Mom said to watch out for girls who wear animal prints.
Collect call from where? Jail?
I’m pretty sure my mommy and daddy wouldn’t want me talking to someone in jail.
You’ve got it all figured out Justice. As long as you don’t take the call you are in the clear.
A night on ice might chill her out a bit.
Plenty more where she came from, don’t settle for the first cutie that comes along.
How many girls are there?
Millions honey, just millions. More than your fingers and toes. They will all love you, too.