I, for one, support the concept of ranked, competitive frolicking as a spectator sport.
“How’s your fantasy frolicking team doing?”
“Not bad, but Heidi is out with an ankle sprain from some slippery rocks near that brook.”
“Man, I hear that. I nearly lost my mind when River got taken out by that gopher hole. Thankfully Percival got off the DL last week.”
“Damn. I wish I had picked Percival. I remember the playoffs. They were in overtime when he skip-kicked that dandelion and it went like, BOOSH, scattering seeds to the wind. I must’ve watched the slow-mo replay a dozen times.”
I, for one, support the concept of ranked, competitive frolicking as a spectator sport.
“How’s your fantasy frolicking team doing?”
“Not bad, but Heidi is out with an ankle sprain from some slippery rocks near that brook.”
“Man, I hear that. I nearly lost my mind when River got taken out by that gopher hole. Thankfully Percival got off the DL last week.”
“Damn. I wish I had picked Percival. I remember the playoffs. They were in overtime when he skip-kicked that dandelion and it went like, BOOSH, scattering seeds to the wind. I must’ve watched the slow-mo replay a dozen times.”