now let me explain about the red rover

about a week ago, the schitzoid maryland weather was gorgeous and we were all itching to go outside and play

the apparent cabin fever became obvious when some random guy walked into burnes' trailer
(he needed a book or some such similar)
and found me with one of those big button up shirts guys wear over their wifebeaters wrapped over me like a cape, flapping my arms and running around a roaring delant�
(as king kong)
and exclaiming

"see? i'm a pterodactyl!"

the guy kept an extraordinarily straight face as he slipped in and out with the sought-for book
we were quite proud

so anyway, this brought on the idea of a game of tag outside, which rapidly developed into red rover

(boys against girls...
tameika won the first and only time we actually finished a game, though no one actually broke through the other side... or something. no one remembered the rules so we fudged a little.
so sue us.
actually don't.)

note: red rover at 7 is apparently quite different from red rover at 15-18...

as i was a red rover virgin until last week, i don't know for sure but this is what i hear

we were playing to maim, and doing a right good job of it, too.

note, jr: apparently i let out a war cry every time i go just before vaulting myself over the hands and ramming them with my side
it's not something i do on purpose, i swear... the whole routine just kind of happens by itself
it's kind of strange
like me i suppose

and of course the one day in my entire life that i decide to wear a skirt we play red rover

figures

...bed time!

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