Unintentional teasing

First of all, we bought the kids a mini-bike (yeah, one of the ugly fuckers). Actually, K’s nephew is getting one from Santa, so we bought another one to keep at the cabin with his.

(Because two drunk adults on mini-bikes is FAR better than one, don’t you think?)

Anyway, TLF knows about it, but he hasn’t had a chance to ride it. That doesn’t stop him from talking about it NON-STOP. For instance:

TLF: Hey, can we ride the mini-bikes at your house, around the pond?
SYD: Ha! More like *in* the pond. (I honestly wasn’t thinking about this)
TLF: Hey! You’re making fun of me, assface!
SYD: Well, now that you mention it…
TLF: I hope you vomit in your closet again.

Fucker! He always goes back to that!