Chuck was kind enough to impart a few thoughts from his most recent beachside excursion:
Diane (attempting to ask me about the upcoming weather): “How long rain harder?”
Chuck: “What??? You sound like one of the Hekawis from F Troop”.
O”Rourke (to Wild Eagle): “U don’t have to ACTUALLY attack the fort, just send your brave Hekawii warriors tonight and PRETEND to attack so we can make Cpt. Parmenter look like a hero.”
Wild Eagle: “No good O’Rourke. Brave Hekawii warriors afraid of dark.”
(Back to Chuck) Diane and the girls are all killing me at Scrabble yet they are all trying to make me feel better.
Erin: “Your score isn’t too bad.”
Me: “Are you kidding me?? A monkey could eat the bag of tiles and s**t them out all over the board and he would STILL have a better score than me.”
Jimmy: Hey Chuck! You just disrespected rule #3.4 of this website which clearly stipulates (ahem)… “Any writer on this stupid, futile, insanely crazy idea of a blog shall refrain from monkey poop jokes to the extent humanly possible unless it’s really funny”.
(OK, that WAS really funny but if we catch any grief for the Hekawii gag it’s yer ass.)
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