Didgeridoo Boy had some kind of day yesterday, and unfortunately, I never managed a photo of any of his three ass-busting mishaps.
The first: He interrupted his GTA: Vice City mission (he's trying to finish it again) to check something on his computer. How he went from taking a few steps to his left to waving his controller in the ay-err like he just didn't cay-err while, I swear, "dropping it like it was lukewarm" (not hot - this was done in slow mo), then somehow winding up under his knocked-sideways desk, I don't know. One second he was standing, and the next he was waving his PS2 controller over his head while slowly going to the floor and knocking everything over on the way down.
The second: He was parading with the dog and tripped over a cushion that had gotten bounced off the couch onto the floor due to her response to his parading. Busted his ass proper on this one. The living room shook.
The third: This one's odd. He was wearing his boxers and a pair of socks. Why he chose to be in his boxers and socks I don't know, he said he just felt like being in a state of fewer clothes and semi-stripped in the middle of the living room. Then he stood on the couch for a while, before - this is difficult to explain - arranging himself sort of on it in such a way that his head was on the floor, his backside was on a seat cushion, and his feet were over the back. Balanced like a plank, he giggled hysterically for a bit, then wiggled. He stopped giggling when he wiggled. "Oh, shit. I'm stuck." I didn't believe him. "Seriously, sweetie, I'm stuck. Help me out!" I still didn't believe him. "Baby, I am fucking stuck! Come grab my feet and push them around to help get me back up." I grabbed the camera. "Don't you fucking dare! Ohhh, don't you dare! I will......put that thing down." I went to stand at his feet with the camera, and finally realized he was telling the truth. All he could do was wave his arms around and grunt in objection to my determination to record his predicament. I put the camera down and did as he was asking - swung his feet around the the side and spun him, break dance style, around to where he could right himself.
After that, he sprayed me with the Evil Kitty water bottle and shaving cream. I guess I had it coming.
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