Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Tag Team

I was getting slammed into the ground by my opponent. Sure he was a tenth of my size but he was relentless and I was ready to call Uncle. I desperately reached out for my tag team partner but as my hand was about to touch his he slapped it away and criticized me for not being able to handle it myself. He's an odd sort of tag team partner. He did buy these snazzy costumes though. If I would have given it any thought, I may have picked someone else. He just eats popcorn and watches me get my ass kicked. Sometimes he even roots for the other guy. He isn't very impressed by my wrestling skills, his are so much better.
Next time I think I need help I'll just slap myself.

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