07.12.08
EL AMORE PROHIBIDO
"Hey honey! I'm so glad we're home!"
"I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING."
"What, what is it?"
"BASEMENT. FOLLOW ME."
(we venture into the basement)
"What did you do?!?"
"BASKETBALL."
"A basketball?"
"YES. I WAS...MAD"
"You knucklehead!" (note: this is E.Wo)
"I SLEPT THROUGH WORK. SO I WAS ANGRY..."
"How was the basketball down here!?"
"PRACTICING."
"I..."
"I TRIED TO FIX IT, SEE? I BOUGHT WOOD, BRACKETS, DRYWALL, I'M ALMOST DONE"
"Ok, we'll finish it up this weekend. Come upstairs, you got to see all the pictures we took!"
And that was that.
EPILOGUE: All was relieved in the world, however this relief was short lived as my mom found the ashtrays on the patio, the ashes on the scrabble table, and when she knocked over one of the dixie cups still leftover from Tom's Brofest he yelled out "THAT IS NOT WATER."
ratherbored at 00:16