My Safety Word Is: Roomegrot

Tonight is my last night in Minnesota. The Stolee family went out for a nice dinner at the Playtime bar and grill. Afterwards, on the car ride back, the three boys were packed into the back seat. Naturally, the ride consisted of a three-way brawl, with dad shouting safety words for those being tag teamed. The fight ended as we approached the house, so when we broke it up, I immediately sat back in my seat. In hindsight, this was a bad move because Tom decided to get one last jab in before finishing. I got a good fist in the mouth and my lip is swelling up. It shouldn't be too bad, but someone needs to teach that boy the etiquette of fighting. Earlier, he tapped out and then elbowed me in the crotch. Dirty fighter...