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Last weekend was the annual Cubs Spring Training weekend and for kicks I asked my wife to stare at my ass during the game and if anyone asks what she's doing she says, "I'm staring at my husband's hot ass." This is funny perhaps only to me, because my ass is not hot or sexy or anything. And it's funny because it is so stupid. I think stupid things are funny.

It doesn't go so well. She goes ahead and stares at my ass as a cat stares at bug before pouncing. No one asks her what she's doing. Dutifully, she tries again and again, but still no one asks. When I notice she hasn't taken her position in a while, she shrugs and exaggeratedly stares. Alan asks me if I sat in something. No, I tell him. The game ends and no one asked.

So the fun ends when we go on the 8th beerrun of the afternoon and thomeless guy out front of the Circle K asks my wife for some change. "I'm staring at my husband's hot ass," she says. Thomeless didn't know how to take that.

Tonight - The Homestead.

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