Hoobergabbers and Hippies

So I decided to start blogging because my super cool friends Brandon and David do it and because I like to tell funny stories. I wanted to keep my high school friends (Jen and Linds) updated on all the crazy hippy things I do. So to end on a high note or it may seem as a low note to some, I have a story. So when I came back to Eugene after Christmas break I went and saw my good friends Tommy and Brandon. As I knocked on the door of their house, Tommy peered from the corner and quickly left to get Brandon. I entered the house behind Tommy who was suddenly hit by a flying object from around a corner. Low and behold Brandon had hidden and was shooting a fly killer (any further inquiries on this can be directed towards Tommy). The boys preceded to hit me a few times with the object and then Tommy hit Brandon in the hoobergabber( this is my cool roommate Alisha's word for male anatomy, and yes this is the technical term). Brandon let out a cry of pain and Tommy realizing what he had done allowed Brandon to hit him in the hoobergabber. Then Tommy looked at me and commented to Brandon, "Too bad she doesn't have balls." Brandon's reply was, "but she has boobs" and I was then hit in the boob with a flying object.