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And now we throw sharp objects at a wall.

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The man cave has a pool table.. and will soon be filled with beer.

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So naturally it needs sharp projectiles.

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And a regulation distance marker to stand behind when hurling them.

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Why not the sign we bought after we literally stood on the corner in Winslow Arizona?

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Dart board cabinet installation complete….

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The husband proceeded to kick my ass in our inaugural game.

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Yes, that’s a triple 20 pointer…. twice. But splitting the damn dart?

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No one likes a show off.

And during game number two?

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He did it again.

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Hell, after a toddy or two I’m lucky if I can hit the wall, no less aim for and hit the same spot.

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As evidenced by this shot that stuck in the floor.

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Cheers!

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22 thoughts on “And now we throw sharp objects at a wall.”

  3. I’m merely adequate at Darts, with or without drink. The “sport” where demon alcohol actually DOES assist me? Bowling. One or two beverages and I develop stunning strength and accuracy. But three drinks? I tumble off the cliff and become completely useless. Moral of the story? Have me on your team for two games, max. Then trade my ass, pronto.

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    1. I’m that way with the English language. 3 drinks in? I’m a stunning conversationalist. At 4? I mix up phrases. 5? I tend to leave out a few letters. 6? Take me home and put me to bed…. which at that point, I probably can’t spell anymore.

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  5. I bought a world map for my wife, and gave her a dart. I said, “Where ever this lands, that’s where I am taking you after this pandemic is over.”
    Turns out we are spending two weeks behind the fridge.

    OK … it was funny in 1965 ….

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