Commentary By My Uncle Steve As The First Woman Advances In World Darts Championship
“A woman? Huh, how about that?”
“I guess, she got bored hanging around bars with no men hitting on her.”
“Her scoreboard is bound to end up like all my attempts to reason with my wife: pointless.”
“But maybe with all these drunk guys around, she should finally have some luck. Am I right or am I right?”
“You know, I once saw a woman throwing darts at a bar. I said, ‘Excuse me, miss?’ And then she did.”
“The last time I saw a woman spend that much time in front of a dartboard, she ended up with pierced nipples.”
“No, but seriously, I’m sure there’s a lot of drawback for female dart players. Ha!”
“Hey, she should get pregnant. Then she’d fit in better with all those beer guts.”
“Speaking of, what is easier to pick up the heavier it gets? Women.”
“She really should smile more. I guess it’s all that math.”
“Hope someone made sure it isn’t her time of the month before she got to handle sharp objects like that.”
“The last time I saw a woman being this accurate, your aunt was listing all the stuff I hadn’t gotten done around the house.”
