Hold my beer…

Kim and I like to play pull-tabs when we are out and about singing karaoke and dancing. One night we’re ripping them open in between munching on some hot wings and Kim chuckles. He tosses me a pull tab that has three images; a stool, a target and a beer. He says ‘I bet you can’t hit that target’!

A few days later we are out in the garage and I tell him I’m going to practice a little. ‘Maybe I’ll try and hit that target you gave me’ I say. ‘Go for it’ he says. So I tape it to our bag and take a shot at 20 yards. He walks out of the garage as the arrow hit the bag and says ‘no way in hell!’ and walks over to the bag. That was, by far, my proudest day ever!! HA!