Have you ever seen Dr. Poz happier…well maybe if he had a Wardynski in his hand
The new rim came in for Poz’s pool basketball hoop yesterday. And when I heard those glorious two words on the phone there was only one thing to do: put it up immediately. So I did. Dr. Poz is like Al Borland when it comes to home improvement, which is a good thing since I’m more like Tim Taylor. His magical fingers hooked that baby right up and we were golden in no time. Poz definitely earned the first shot after putting the last net loop on the rim. I was just relieved to have it back and finally be able to sleep and smile again. This tragic incident taught us a few lessons and unfortunately, for some, all who enter the pool will be subject to the following rules: Rule #1: No Bosserman’s allowed. Rule #2: No Bosserman’s allowed. So, I hope you have learned that pool basketball hoops are to be treasured. Treat them with respect. Like your mother, they are your lifeforce and sustain you, but don’t take them for granted because you will never live it down if you do. Remember, it takes a lot of love and effort to sustain one, let alone fix one. And I don’t want to have to do it again – the pain is just too much.
remember that time pants cooked the food you like, hosted the tailgate, let you stay over night, visited you too often at school, learned how to text, took you to practice, made you feel uncomfortable when asking you about a gf or bf, cried when you left home, loved you more than should be possible. you probably do. cause it happens everyday.
im sorry i wasnt there to share in this experience with ya’ll.
with love,
dr
Captain America just farted. It is rank. this is sloth.