I’m not sure why I picked this topic. The Charlestonercise (Or Charlestoncise if you’re going for syllabic continuity) joke was bouncing around my head for a couple weeks. This was the best way to excise that demon from my head. Plus I also got to write a joke about balls.
It’s finally starting to warm up around here. While that’s great, I live right next to a well-trafficked pedestrian/bike path. It’s only a matter of time before my occipital lobes are bombarded with strangers’ balls bouncing to and fro. To AND fro I say.
Next Week: Pickin’ Up Chicks With Wolfowitz