Ping-pong
It is a delightful thing to hit an ace and have it end up in the bottom of your husband's pantleg.
posted by magda at 8:44 PM
Monday, August 22, 2005
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3 Comments:
What on earth are you talking about?! :)
Peterbird and I were playing ping-pong in the basement of Polemanakos. I served; he did not touch the ball (ace). Then we looked for the ball. We didn't hear it; we didn't see it. My husband lifted up his pant cuff and the ball fell out from next to his ankle.
That makes much more sense! My dad and I would play Nerf pingpong for hours when I was little...
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