Anyway, shortly after I accidentally hit a poor girl in the leg with my wildly thrown fish, the boys' competition started. There were good throws, bad throws, people gettin' hit, cars gettin' hit, etc. At which point Riley looked around and loudly stated:
"Am I going to have to throw a fish here?"
No, not that funny on its face. But it sort of is. Especially when you consider the atmosphere of the event, the glory of competition, and the weirdly determined look on the Keymaster's face.
Spoiler alert: he didn't throw the fish.
1 comment:
the mere fact that you were flingin' fish makes this blog-worthy
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