Jer as Rover
Perhaps he was simply being gracious. Maybe he had an alterior motive. It is possible that he was following and unconventional strategy.
Whatever the case, just a few hours ago Jer had the opportunity to blast my croquet ball 'to kingdom come'.
He got a little too much grass, and my ball did not go far. As a result, his mom and I, Myron, ended up winning the game.
Charity...a lovely thing.
posted by Myron at 10:33 PM
6 Comments:
Speaking of charity, a true friend would have offered the sturdy shoes he had carefully placed in the finish area to the rover with the sandals.
Not that I'm bitter.
7:40 AM
Sorry for the confusion...I had got them out for you. I should have made that clear.
7:30 AM
Perhaps you need a ruling from an unbiased,impartial third party.
plettttttttt
11:48 AM
Actually, it isn't really necessary, Plett...not that I don't appreciate the offer.
Although the "unbiased, impartial third party" has a long history of hilarity and hypocrisy in the W.S.A.F. Club, I really can't claim any actual interference or wrongdoing on Myron's part (aside from the usual, expected interference, such as making loud, snide comments just as I was trying to commence a difficult croquet manouvre).
I just flubbed it. No excuses, really. The shame pools in my psyche like blood on the pavement after a senseless drive-by shooting.
10:07 PM
Ok, I'm getting sick of my croquet humiliation sitting at the top of your blog for months.
It's time to get some new posts up here.
2:11 PM
Thought I'd get you back for this entire post by putting up a photo of you caressing Brent Friesen.
2:19 PM
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