Kerthud went the Date
Hi, my name is Bill. There was this girl I worked with named Monica, who I was totally in love with. Well, after chickening out many times, I finally got up the nerve to ask her out. I was totally shocked when she said yes. I mean, I didn't even have date planned or anything, and was really expecting her to say no. So, when I picked her up (still couldn't think of the perfect date), I asked her if she was hungry. She said, "I just ate," so, I asked her if she wanted to see a movie. She said, "Movies are boring." Well, let me tell you, I was starting to get nervous. I happened to be very shy (still am) and was desperately trying to think of something she might be interested in, when I remembered a friend was having a little party at his house. So, I asked, "Would you like to go to a party?" She said, "Party's are lame." I forgot my shyness and said, "You're going to this party with me." When we got there, I got her a beer. She didn't drink beer, and didn't drink wine either. I still liked her and was determined to make this date work, so I asked her if she would like to play some pool. Amazingly, she said yes. So, now I'm stoked and thinking, "I might still pull this off." I was lining up my shot to break the rack and, "Wack!" down the table, the "Q" ball streaked, and then "Wham!" up the "Q" ball went, and then "Kerthuddd!" went the "Q" ball as it hit her right between the breasts. Then, Bang! My date with my dream girl was over. I can't even look at a pool table without thinking about it.
— Bill, 23