by Crazy Ivan
There are a number of things that we do here at the House of Skills that would terrify my mother. I'm still not sure how she found out that we were jumping off the roof into a pile of leaves, but I still get grief over it (don't do that by the way).
But today we probably reached a new echelon of mom-terror. Of all the things that have ever been uttered in the house, perhaps none would fill my mom with as much dread as what I said to Mav earlier this evening:
"Hold on bro, let me scrape a little ice off of this tight rope..."
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