Yes, instead of your typical 1, 2, 3, 4-5, 6, 7-8, 9, 10, this one didn’t just go to 11, but seemed to stretch down the block:
I tossed my stones (not a euphemism), hopped, scotched, stopped at a rest stop for some orange slices and Gatorade, used the Port-o-Pottie, tossed my stones (totally a euphemism this time), hopped and scotched some more and several blocks (or maybe houses) later I finally reached the end – 150.
The kids in my ‘hood don’t half-ass stuff.
Bonus Feature - Quote of the Day:
"I'd rather go see Miley Cyrus with my imaginary friends."
2 comments:
Ah hah! So you DID toss them around a little the first time.
I think the kids were sitting in the bushes laughing themselves silly watching adults fall for their trick. :-)
I'd have fallen for it too, though. Very cool.
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