Even at 17 bucks for an adult admission, it's still a pretty good afternoon's entertainment.
We saw a lot of beautiful things, including:
Next time you think you've had a hard week, think of it this way: At least you're not swimming in a shark tank creating chum with your exposed flesh.
Oh, and there was another bit of unpleasantness at the shark tank.
Salad Wife was attacked by a Middle-Age Spike-Haired Asszilla:
This woman insisted on bending her ass over in front of my wife's face and uttering the following words in a very loud voice to the people in her group:
"I'm 49 and I want to be an oceanographer, an attorney and a journalist. I'll be dead in 25 more years.''
Salad Wife may be displaying a smile, but it's the same kind of smile a Nurse Shark displays right before it tears into the flesh of its prey.
With a retribution killing pretty much out of the question, we decided to get her back with a drive-by group assing:
Take that, Asszilla.
In addition, Salad Boy is assuming the correct infielder's get-ready-for-a-ground-ball position. Superb preparational technique.
Posted by: Clete Boyer at June 10, 2006 10:34 PMIsn't that Abby who owns the health food store?
Posted by: Addison at June 10, 2006 10:46 PMThe eyes have it.
Posted by: emil at June 12, 2006 07:16 AM