Olympic Caliber

Friends and neighbors, today I performed a twisting double back reverse chambush*. It had a difficulty of 6 and I fucking stuck the landing I'm telling you.

Still feel bad about it.

It was gray and overcast all day but not raining much. Just as I was arriving home from work it began to try to sprinkle. On my way into my building I met up with a nice, new security guard. He did not chambush me but he did try to make polite conversation as required by the social obligations of his job. Poor guy.

Him: Looks like you made it just in time.

Me: Huh?

Him: It's about to pour down.

Me: Oh, yeah, but I have to walk the dog now so I'm going to get dumped on.

Him:...

Oh yeah, I'm smooth all right. That's the last time that poor kid tries to be nice to me.

*For the record, we tried to come up with a better word. Chatbush sounded to dirty (talkative vagina perhaps?) and honestly we couldn't think of any other combination of the words chat and ambush. While we were thinking we started using chambush and it seems to have stuck.