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September 15, 2004

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So in our mandatory unit physical fitness hour, we were given "non-structured" time, and chose to play some basketball. After a hard-fought game, we decided to play a game of "HORSE".

One of my coworkers said, "What's HORSE?"

"You shoot the basketball in order," another co-worker answered, "and when someone makes it, everyone following has to make the same shot. The first person to miss gets a letter and you start over. The first person to collect 'HORSE' is out. You've really never heard of HORSE?"

"I'm from the city," he answered in his Philly accent. "We never did nothing with farm animals."

"All right," I chimed in, "We'll play GLOCK."

After 4 complete rounds without anyone making a shot, we decided to change the name to a shorter pistol manufacturer: "SIG".

Later in the game, after the person in front of me made a particularly difficult shot, I quipped, "I have a feeling I'm going to have my "S" handed to me with this shot..."

These are the jokes, folks.

Posted by Nathan at 03:30 PM | Comments (2)
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True Story:

I had a friend who cooked me dinner one night, but she made peas, which I hate. She asked me when the last time I had tried them, which had been when I was a kid. She informed me that my tastes may have changed over the years.

My reply?

"So you're saying, 'Give peas a chance?'"

Posted by: Sharp as a Marble at September 15, 2004 06:06 PM

Are you implying my story is faked? That it couldn't have been typed on a typewriter of that period? [threatening glare]

Okay, seriously, one of our stories should be good for Reader's Digest. Probably yours. I hope you enjoy the $300 bucks.

Posted by: Nathan at September 15, 2004 06:36 PM
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