A couple of years ago, I mean.
At what point did the word 'cornhole' cease to mean jamming something up one's anus and start to mean a game where people toss beanbags at a piece of plywood?
You're driving along in the Midwest, and you know people are pretty freaking warped, it's never been any secret ... but you see a sign on the side of the road, it looks like black shoe polish on cardboard.
It says 'CORNHOLE GAMES' with an arrow pointing back some forsaken, weed-lined road.
Expedition Sailor turned to Fellow Traveler and said, "that would have gotten somebody arrested when we were in high school, advertising anal sex like that. What's the world coming to?"
Apparently, it's worse than that -- cornhole is now the name of some dim recreational activity. It's probably supposed to be a replacement for horseshoes, since most of the hicks I grew up around couldn't play horseshoes without managing to maim themselves somehow. You should have seen them with Jarts. A beanbag and a piece of plywood are much safer for those with tertiary syphilis, there's no question.
I can't help it, though -- every time I see 'CORNHOLE GAMES' I wonder which time Mom and Dad and Billy and Johnny drive back some road and find Mongo standing at the end with a handful of tenpenny nails and no pants.
Oh, yes -- that will be a 'CORNHOLE GAME' to end all cornhole games.
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