So, just recently, the professor played a dodgeball tournament.
Yes, I did.
No laughing, please.
I wasn’t that embarrassing.
See, I had some good moves and whatnot.
But, here’s the thing:
When the dodgeball looks like this…
…it’s hard to do much harm with it.
It should be like this great, red, and fiery thingy:
A classic dodgeball isolated on white shows the crosshatch patterns used for grips.
I didn’t write that bit under the picture. It sounds too professional for me, don’t you know. Still, I do wish they would’ve used real dodgeballs. What’s up with that?! Dadblameit.
Anyways and a sum more than you were thinking, my team lost twice.
And this professor had the hardest time throwing.
I’m a lefty, see.
In jiu-jitsu this fellow sorta bent my left arm at this weird angle.
It hung limply for months.
Not really. But it still hurts.
I think I have nerve, ligament, muscle, bone, and many other damages, mind you.
Moral: Don’t ever hire the professor to play on your dodgeball team.
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