I guess this story could go a few different ways based just on the title. Does it involve my drug dealer, my asshole, or a poem I wrote?
As it works out I was actually pulling grass out of my ass. That is grass as in the single bladed green plant that grows in most yards around here, and my ass.
I guess that just means it was a wild soccer game tonight. A little wet and a little intense. At least one slide tackle I put on brought some wet grass all the way up my shorts.
It was quite a game. We came back from 2 down in the last 20 minutes to win!
Oh well
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