I Win, Right?

#1
I have a old buddy, and, in the spirit of friendly competition, we have a go at various activities where we can test our skills against each other. The challenge is to pick a sport/activity neither of us is particularly good at [ not really a big problem ]. Latest game was badminton.

Well, he begged off the first time , claiming he was 'under the weather', then the second time, claiming he had a 'sort of' rash that was bothering him in a sensitive area when he sweated a lot., then he finally admitted that he had a full on ' topical infection' in the groinage surface that the medicos were treating with ointments and such. Turns out he has a form of crotch rot akin to a mutated form of althlete's foot. They weren't sure how he got foot rot on his wang.

I suggested that he might have transferred the little buggies by using an unwashed sock as a wank buddy. He got crotch eating disease from preferring a cotton/polyester blend to his missus.


He's asking for a 'postponment' I'm saying he' forfiets' or I tell his wife why he's scratching his itch and not hers. I could up the ante by suggesting his wife may, or may not , find out what fantasy figure he was perusing as an aid when the 'injury' was contracted.

So, anyway....I win, right?
 
#3
HEY! What's wrong with Badminton? Those plastic birds hurt! and they fly all over the place, never in a straight line, not like wussy tennis where you can see the ball coming. After a minimum of six beers each, trying to keep a plastic dingbat in the air with a food strainer/grease splatter cover can get pretty ...well, stupid...and...well, it sounded good at the time..

I still win, though, right?
 

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