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Maybe it’s just me, but in an earlier discussion today it is me and at least one other person. So what does the word, CORN HOLE mean to you?

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Ok got the meaning.

Well to me, and this other fellow, it means unwanted sex in the posterior by a man with a man. Yeah that would be man on man @$$ rape.

Apparently it is also the name for a back yard bean bag game.

Who knew?

Well seems lots of people knew this, there is even an association. There is an association for the other thing too by it’s not the Corn Hole association.

Anyway if you thought like I did, and someone asks you at a BBQ if you want to go out back and corn hole. Your answer might be, oh hey look at the time, yeah I gotta thing far away from here that I’m already late for, I’m gonna go ahead and leave now. No,no You don’t need to take any steps closer to me . Thanks, see ya, bye.

And that is exactly how the other fellow found out that it’s a bean bag game. Wanna go out back and Cornhole? Widened eyes you’re kidding right?

Similarly, those who think that it’s a game and not @$$ rape are shocked and appalled that there back yard shenanigans is a reference to prison sex.

I’m sorry if you are in the game group and are just finding out about this. Don’t burn your games, I’m sure it’s a lot of fun and be sides large sheets of plywood with holes cut in them are good for another game which rhymes with the word hole in the title. Well its not so much a game as it is … well… it isn’t a game and we’ll leave it at that because if you were not hip to the other meaning of corn hole you aren’t going to like the other thing any better.


In other news

So one of the friends in the MAG / paper clip discussion felt cheated that I threw myself under that bus. I know it is rather nice to make the quip that makes the point a person is ranting about not a point any longer. But I will give him credit here that he would have thrown me under that bus had I not done it myself.

Still in other news

Once upon a time I had (have) a strong admiration for a certain person. It will do no good to speak of this admiration for several reasons. One this other person doesn’t like me in fact their facial expressions were always frown and scowl like toward me. Two After seeing this person one time unexpectedly I shrieked, aloud, and then hid. Yes I am a grown up and yes they did hear and see me hide well I’m pretty sure about the last bit but I hope they didn’t see me scamper away but I know the heard the shrill yip that escaped my mouth. This was partly fear and partly OMG it’s that person OMG again. Three. Now that the second thing has occurred on top of not liking me I’m pretty sure they think I’m an idiot too. Yup score one for the invisible one. I know I has class. Yup, yup.


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