Maybe they'll give me doughnuts instead. Seems like I prefer those.
...and these boys...
Drama. Drama. Drama.
I swear if someone steals my idea, I'll be super ticked.
P.s.-This is a disclaimer.*
*I love my job. And my residents.
The only part Wikipedia got right was the word "flesh."
...if this photo is incredibly disturbing to you, then you weren't cut out for melonball. Opponents to the game have often made comments to me like "why would you want to do something with such a high risk of injuries?" And aside from losing major man-points for that remark, they are also forgetting the well-known fact that every year over 133,000 people are injured by doors. Is that going to stop them from using their walk-in-closets? Possibly. But am I going to stop playing melonball? Never.
We've always said that the game was for everyone, so you're invited to our next match.
But if you can't handle the heat, nobody will make you stay.
Just be careful with the door on the way out.
I hear those things are dangerous.
Mellonballer for life,