Table Hockey Hijinks Mofos File

Then Jen whisper-screamed: “YOU JUST LOST TO PHYSICS, MOFO.”

Marcus yanked the goalie rod so hard it flew out of the slot, hit the ceiling fan, and ricocheted into a bowl of chips. Jen pointed, laughing so hard she snorted. Marcus retrieved the rod, now dusted in nacho cheese, and declared, “New rule: cheese on the ice is playable.” table hockey hijinks mofos

A blistering slapshot (speed: 3 mph) dribbled to a stop at center ice. Neither moved. “Your turn,” said Jen. “No, YOUR turn,” replied Marcus. They stared at the stationary puck for a full minute. A dust bunny scored before either did. Then Jen whisper-screamed: “YOU JUST LOST TO PHYSICS, MOFO