Had a visit from my...unique brother today. While having general discussions somehow we ended up talking about jackasses that hit women. Here's how it went:
Mrs Fenix - yea, I heard you like to smack women
Brother - What?! Who said that??
Mrs Fenix - I dunno, it's what I heard
Fenix - Idiot, she's kidding
Brother - No, really, who said it?
Fenix - No one!
Brother - Are you sure, cause there was that time at the Tool concert in the mosh pit....
Mrs Fenix - What!?
Fenix - What!?
Brother - She came out of nowhwere and knocked me on my ass, and I dropped my beer. When I looked up she was laughing....
Mrs Fenix - You didn't?
Fenix - oh boy
Brother - So I waited till the pit died down a little and spotted her and her boyfriend on the other side...
Fenix - uh oh
Brother - Just so happened that when I started running there was no one in my way and I kinda gave her a football type tackle....
Mrs. Fenix - You should be ashamed...
Fenix - Hold on hon, I'm sure he's not done...
Brother - ....I knocked her over the railing, then looked at her fu@#$in boyfriend and asked if he wanted some!
Fenix - told ya he wasn't done
Mrs Fenix - Did you get thrown out?
Brother - No, but I had to get another beer.
Fenix
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This is the Mother Fenix speaking. I can't imagine which brother he's talking about. All of my children take after me and are wonderful, warm-hearted people who would never hit anyone. Not even the guy in the car that was supposedly hit with a phone booth receiver. I just don't know who Fenix could be talking about but if he keeps it up, I'll have to pull his eyelashes out one by one.
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