Tuesday, September 05, 2006
Ghost Riding
Now this is the funniest email of the year. This one comes again from our boy Big Jack.
"How are you playing football? I did not see or sign a permission slip. Did you forge my name?"
I laughed so hard I farted when I read this. The thing is I'm sure he wrote it as a joke but when he first read I was playing football he probably actually thought, "wait a minute. i didn't sign any permission slip for him to play. Oh wait, he's 30 years old now." Big Jack has the problem of still thinking I'm 8. Every time I talk about riding a bike he says, "yeah, I bet you'll ride it then jump of the back of it and let it roll down the road and crash." we used to call that ghost riding. I haven't done it since the second grade when I was riding a Huffy Challenger 3000 bmx bike around Hidden Lake trailer park on 32 mile and Rochester Rd.. But in my dad's head I'm still doing that.
"How are you playing football? I did not see or sign a permission slip. Did you forge my name?"
I laughed so hard I farted when I read this. The thing is I'm sure he wrote it as a joke but when he first read I was playing football he probably actually thought, "wait a minute. i didn't sign any permission slip for him to play. Oh wait, he's 30 years old now." Big Jack has the problem of still thinking I'm 8. Every time I talk about riding a bike he says, "yeah, I bet you'll ride it then jump of the back of it and let it roll down the road and crash." we used to call that ghost riding. I haven't done it since the second grade when I was riding a Huffy Challenger 3000 bmx bike around Hidden Lake trailer park on 32 mile and Rochester Rd.. But in my dad's head I'm still doing that.
# posted by Cherokee : 9:06 PM
