Yeah ! Only 21.596 girls to talk to !! Hahahahaha...
Ok, here is another one for you.
Just recently I was in the local mall with the misses and the children to help her choosing out some boots. Since I am a guy I gave her my undivided attention and assistance...
for one and a half minute... :mrgreen:
So, being easily distracted I wondered off to adjacent store which held everthing for athletes like myself... A sporting store. Having a quick glimpse at my half camouflaged belly I took a brave decision. I was gonna buy me a football to do dazzling tricks with in my backyard to surprise not only my twingirls but my unsuspecting friends as well.
Now the problem was : there were like tens of balls to choose out of... :roll:
Now you should know that all these balls were only half inflated so I could not astoun the gorgeous sales ladies with a marvellous display of my ball joggling tricks.
After having felt all balls, thrown them in the air, rolled them a bit on the carpet, I still couldn't make up my mind about the purchase.
But since I had been gone over 15 minutes and knowing my wife's patience is not infinite I decided not to define fate and I picked a grey one out.
But still I was not sure having made the right decision. And this feeling haunted my thoughts all the way home.
But then, my friends, the metal gods decided to give me a sign I had picked out the best ball of the lot. I was in the garage trying out the first trick to surprise the world when I saw these white letters printed at the side of the ball - I swear to you all, I had not seen them before- : It said : VENOM !
My all time favorite Black Metal band, a band which will always have a very special place in my heart.
So, I looked at my ball again, looked around the garage, carressed it for just a little moment, threw it in the air and made a perfect full stop on the back of my heel. For the non-football guys, a trick which normally takes years to practise...
I bit through a tear of joy coming up, looked at my Venom ball once more, placed it in the best place in the house, and whispered to it :
WELCOME TO HELL...
