the other night I was innocently playing cards with a group of friends (well, as innocently as you can drink and gamble a night away anyhow…) when one of my friends stood behid me and announced to the group, “you know what?”. we all continued to talk and pick up our cards, so he said it again, a little louder, “you know what?”. this time everyone stopped to listen. when he was very sure that he had everyone’s attention, he grabbed a couple of hanfuls of my ribs, dug in, and said, “Tracy is REALLY ticklish!”
I kid you not.
well, anyone who know me… pretty much knows how I ended up. on the floor
. I fell right out of my chair and proceeded to curl up into a giggling ball. but that didn’t stop him! his wiggling, digging fingers followed me right down until I was out of reach. brat! brat! brat!
for the rest of the night, all he had to do was stand behind me and say, “you know what?” and I was falling apart all over again! (did I mention that he is a brat?)
and to top it off, there was lots of talk about how right he was and how no one could believe that they hadn’t tickled me before! sheesh! needless to say, I lost that night.
I kid you not.
well, anyone who know me… pretty much knows how I ended up. on the floor
. I fell right out of my chair and proceeded to curl up into a giggling ball. but that didn’t stop him! his wiggling, digging fingers followed me right down until I was out of reach. brat! brat! brat!for the rest of the night, all he had to do was stand behind me and say, “you know what?” and I was falling apart all over again! (did I mention that he is a brat?)
and to top it off, there was lots of talk about how right he was and how no one could believe that they hadn’t tickled me before! sheesh! needless to say, I lost that night.
Poke Her.
haha i just wanted to put that
