At our local rec league, there is a foosball table shoved up in a corner, along with a bunch of other miscellaneous stuff. Last week the ball rolled up under the table and disappeared from sight. Little girl gave me a quizzical look.
I said "I guess we can't play any more."
It was amazing how quickly she scrambled up under the table and retrieved the ball.
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I swear, Gus, you'd argue with a possum.
It'd be easier than arguing with you, Woodrow.
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