Cornholiest of holies
I built some Cornhole targets this weekend. It's the game sensation that's sweeping 1/25th of the nation (Ohio and Illinois - leaping gingerly over Indiana). Here we call it "Bags". Because we reserve the word cornhole for unfortunate Google image searches.
In my household, we will, indeed, refer to the game as "cornhole". That's how we roll. We won't let the lovely English language be absconded with my every Tom, Richard or Harry. No! We will have a gay old time playing cornhole. If others find it queer, shame on them.
My highlight of constructing the box? Inadvertently kneeling on an upward-facing nail. It was driven deep into my knee. But it came out clean. Clean, I tell you. Those cybertronic prosthetics are built to last!
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12:30 AMWhen the weather's nice, we like to sit on the patio at Buffalo Wild Wings and watch drunks play cornhole. After all, it's less dangerous than horseshoes.
8:41 AM
Heh heh. You said "cornhole."
And "box."
And "driven deep."
Seriously, though. I think you should call the game "funbags."
And your poor knee! I hope you got it smooched.
8:46 AM
Did you pimp it out with the www.bag-o-lantern.com?
9:47 AM
I hope your tetanus shot is up to date. You keep falling on metallic objects.
6:48 PM
Cornhole is the most unfortunate name for a game since Wilbur Darvy of Chesterfield, NE invented "Chutes and Assholes"
2:10 AM
we play a similiar game, also with an unfortunate name: monkey balls.
fabulous drunk game.
3:08 PM
i know some who can play cornole with one hand and toss corn with another. of course, i live here in the hillbilly national homeland that is Tennessee, so they is somewhat expert.
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