Hawk is giving Eightball a physical in our kitchen. Good practice, and he gets to try out the new equipment he just bought.
Of course Hawk is trying to get everything down pat, so he's explaining everything, but then there's the usual drawback of doing a physical on your brother:
"Can your pull that sleeve up?"
Eightball indicated that he could not, so stripped off the shirt, then commented, "Ooh, my nipples are cold!"
"No kidding, you could cut glass with those things."
"Can your pull that sleeve up?"
Eightball indicated that he could not, so stripped off the shirt, then commented, "Ooh, my nipples are cold!"
"No kidding, you could cut glass with those things."
"You didn't use the rubber hammer on me."
"Oh, okay, let's do that." Much hammering ensues, but no responses out of Eightball's arm reflexes, at which Hawk said, "I blame YOU!"
They then cleared off the counter so Eightball could sit up and Hawk could try the legs, and after a moment I heard a giggle. "That's the Pillsbury Doughboy reflex."
A few moments later Hawk asked him to close his eyes and block up one nostril.
"Can you smell this?"
"I can smell something."
"Block up the other side of your nose. What do you smell?"
"Rum!"
The rum test. :)
"Oh, okay, let's do that." Much hammering ensues, but no responses out of Eightball's arm reflexes, at which Hawk said, "I blame YOU!"
They then cleared off the counter so Eightball could sit up and Hawk could try the legs, and after a moment I heard a giggle. "That's the Pillsbury Doughboy reflex."
A few moments later Hawk asked him to close his eyes and block up one nostril.
"Can you smell this?"
"I can smell something."
"Block up the other side of your nose. What do you smell?"
"Rum!"
The rum test. :)
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