He just doesn't get that he's not the world's toughest fighter. He's lost another pincer.
Still has all eight legs, though. That's something.
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
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When I was about 12, my parents got me a wooden baseball bat. I brought it to a friendly baseball game where one of my stronger friends broke the bat. My friends, feeling bad, bought me another one. I brought it to the next pickup game we had where the same friend used the bat, and broke it again. Crabs aren't the only creatures that don't learn!
ReplyDeleteDid your parents buy you a third bat?
ReplyDeleteYour friend, I should have said.
ReplyDeleteNo, they didn't. They learned that I couldn't (or wouldn't).
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