Most of these stories are about crazy things happening to Tim — or Tim and me — but rarely just me.
But this one? Yeah, this one’s all me.
As I’ve mentioned before, Tim and I are very competitive. Like, we’ll turn anything into a contest — who can hold their breath longer in the Saratoga ice bath, who can stack the trash higher, you name it.
This time, we bet on the women’s college basketball national championship. The loser had to take out the trash for a week and do the other person’s laundry — a serious punishment if you’ve heard the Trash Jenga story.
I bet on South Carolina. Tim bet on UConn.
And if you watched the game… you already know.
Not only did I lose the bet, but South Carolina got blown out. It wasn’t even close.
And when Tim wins? Oh, he celebrates.
It doesn’t matter what the competition is — he could beat you at picking up his phone faster, and he’d be dancing in your face for an hour. So when the final buzzer rang, Tim lost his mind. Started saying stuff like:
“I always beat you.”
“You never win against me.”
“You’re a loser, bro.”
I was heated. I grabbed my phone and stormed out of the room, planning to film a video for the next day because, at the end of the day, I am a content creator.
But in my rage… I walked straight into a wall.
Now, I should’ve just taken the L and kept walking. But nope — I turned around and punched the wall.
Problem is, in my house… weird stuff happens.
Specifically:
If you punch a wall, there’s a 13% chance the wall punches back.
And a 1% chance… it punches you in the face.
So guess what happened?
Yup. Not only did the wall punch back — it hit me directly in the face and knocked the Sonic coins out of me.
Tim, of course, was standing right there — laughing so hard he nearly fell over.
Next thing I knew, I woke up in bed. Thought it was all a dream until I looked up and saw Tim standing over me, still laughing. Apparently, the wall knocked me out cold, and Tim dragged me to my bed so I could “rest up.”
I was so confused. Then I watched the video — and boom — all the memories came rushing back.
On top of it all, I still had to take out the trash and do Tim’s laundry for a week. And I had a lump on my forehead the size of a golf ball.
All in all… terrible day.
But not as bad as the time I poured fruit punch into a cup and the drink punched me back.
But that’s a story for another time…
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