I was in NOVA last week for work, and got invited to this team-outing thing at a driving range. I told BF about it on the phone...
Me: ...Yeah, and uhh, I went to a driving range a couple of years ago, I forget why now, and I couldn't hit one frickin' ball to save my life. I remember being very frustrated so this should be a hoot.
BF: Oh man, I wish I could be there to see this.
Me: Uh... why. So you can see me suck it?
BF: Yeah, I just imagine you ... well just not being good at it.
Me: Aw, thanks...
BF: I can just see it. You swinging and missing. Repeatedly.
Me: That's not nice.
BF: Well, I mean you aren't exactly athletic.
Me: ... and you are...? [Overly Defensive. I admit it]
BF: Or! Or! You swing and miss the ball and fall on your ass!
Me: ... yeah so, how was your day.
BF: If there's beer involved you gotta videotape this event.
Me: jackass.
BF: What?!? That shit is gonna be funny!
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