Submarine Attack

Saturday, I went over to my parent’s house to go swimming. My dad had bought some remote control submarines that he and my sister’s fiancé (Kev) were messing around with. The sub Kev was using was a small one; about three inches long with two tiny propellers. While I was talking to my mom, Kev kept ramming me with the tiny sub. Mostly, I just ignored it…until I suddenly felt it pinching my chest. It kind of hurt so I told him to shut it off. When I stood up, the propellers were tangled up in my chest hair! The sub was sticking straight out like some kind of small, mechanical chest penis. I said I was going to need some scissors and my dad immediately leapt out of the pool…and grabbed his cell phone so he could take a picture. We all got a good laugh.