It's not what you think. It turns out that there's a game where you toss bean bags at slanted board that has a hole in it, it's called 'Cornhole.' And during yesterday's Blue Plum Festival that took place here in Johnson City, they had a Cornhole tournament.All the kids and the hipsters loved it.
I asked these two gals if they'd been into cornholing a long time. One of them ignored me, the other just me a dirty look, as if I was some kind of tight ass or something. She was a pain in the rear so I walked away and left the cornholers and their back door games alone.
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Maybe she thought you were some kind of buttinsky trying to cause a rumpus...
When this game evolved, maybe 4-5 years ago with the name Cornhole - I was flumoxed. I'm like, did someone think this through? No matter was outing or summer event is happening - there is now cornhole games set up - right beside horseshoes.
Woo hoo, cornholing! I like any game you can play with a drink in your hand.
I think this sounds like a good activity for our next BBQ. Can't wait to put it on the invitations...
"Cornhole tournament"... hahah
For once I can't thing of anything to say. At first I thought it might be a gay pride thing, but almost every man I've known in the biblical sense, desperately wanted to cornhole me. What's up with that? This seems like a backdoor way to indoctrinate children and drunk women into thinking cornholeing is good clean fun. I lied when I said I didn't have anything to say, just like guys lie when they say "If you just relax it won't hurt."
Bunch of stuck up bitches! I'll be they're kicking themselves now having been too stuck up and bitchy to respond to a Dr. Monkey interview. (PS: I think the one in the white is cheating)
Would you look at that wood! It must be morning at the Festivus of Cornholes.
do you at least get a free dinner first...?
Here's a song for you, Dear Monkey!
saw this on your facebook and roared
We were introduced to "cornhole" at my sister's anniversary party last month. I thought Mike just made up the name (which at the time seemed odd since he has never been a fan of Beavis and Butthead, but I figured it was all the cheap beer and rednecks around us).
Anyhoo, turns out Mr. Dewey is a natural at cornhole. A star is born.
I learned the game as "bags" and swore to myself I'd never call it cornhole...so much for that promise! Love the game.
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