wonderful evening
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sigersonThat was fantastic.
We just hosted MrTheMan's birthday party; his actual natal day is next Tuesday, but this was best for congregation purposes. From three in the afternoon till midnight, this house was a game-playing, conversation-filled, food-overloaded nest. Many people we love, *pause for absent friends, whom we missed*. Most everybody had a good time, and there were some great Oracle question-answer exchanges.
Context: this is a game where you write a question, pass it to the left, person 1 writes an answer, then passes it to person 2, who writes a question that could be answered by Person 1's answer. Person 2 cannot see your original question. So it's a progression of nonsequiturs.
A: None. You hate freedom!
Q:So I know I'm the communist henchman, but what's my motivation?
A: You want a Big Mac and a large orange drink.
Q: How do I kill myself as gradually as possible?
A: Become Canadian.
Q: Do you always have monkeys flying out of your butt?
A: No. Today is a special, special day. Gimme a banana.
Q: Where's Oob?
A: I left her in the dryer.
Q: What have you done with my sopping wet baby?
Q: What is your name? What is your quest?
A: John Ashcroft. Nuff said.
Q: Who's the conservative private dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks?
Q: What is there left for us?
A: A packet of TicTacs, three pairs of tweezers, and a pinata.
Q: What does he got in his pocketses?
A: Jimmy Hoffa.
Q: Who's your daddy?
Q: How can we make America stronger?
A: Steel girders, a bodybuilding regime, and Powerade.
Q: How can I be as sexy as (DaMan)?
A: Try sticking this down your pants.
Q: Where did you find your new wife?
A: Under the lettuce.
Q: Where do _you_ put the tomato?
A: I'll have the Filet-O-Fish!
Q: The Russians have launched! What is your order, Captain?
(ooh, this one's bad)
Q: Why do all these dogs keep sniffing my crotch?
A: Because of the tasty sausages inside!
Q: Why did they slice open my Daddy?
A: For the tasty creme filling!
Q: Why do we like (DaMan)?
A: They're behind the couch.
Q: Whatever happened to organized labor?
A: Ebola's a bitch.
A: The steady passage of time, marching relentlessly to your death.
Q: What are you getting me for my baby shower?
A: Take your pick--a guilt trip or chlamydia.
As you can see, this game inspires silliness and grossness. Whee!
Tomorrow is full of work; clean up from the party, do an alteration, do a quilt square, suss out more jobs, etc, etc. But it's interrupted by Riddick. W00t!
A moment of thanks for the beautiful people in my life. Not "The Beautiful People", but the fascinating, strong, tenacious, creative people I am surrounded by. I am luckier than I ever thought I could be.
We just hosted MrTheMan's birthday party; his actual natal day is next Tuesday, but this was best for congregation purposes. From three in the afternoon till midnight, this house was a game-playing, conversation-filled, food-overloaded nest. Many people we love, *pause for absent friends, whom we missed*. Most everybody had a good time, and there were some great Oracle question-answer exchanges.
Context: this is a game where you write a question, pass it to the left, person 1 writes an answer, then passes it to person 2, who writes a question that could be answered by Person 1's answer. Person 2 cannot see your original question. So it's a progression of nonsequiturs.
A: None. You hate freedom!
Q:So I know I'm the communist henchman, but what's my motivation?
A: You want a Big Mac and a large orange drink.
Q: How do I kill myself as gradually as possible?
A: Become Canadian.
Q: Do you always have monkeys flying out of your butt?
A: No. Today is a special, special day. Gimme a banana.
Q: Where's Oob?
A: I left her in the dryer.
Q: What have you done with my sopping wet baby?
Q: What is your name? What is your quest?
A: John Ashcroft. Nuff said.
Q: Who's the conservative private dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks?
Q: What is there left for us?
A: A packet of TicTacs, three pairs of tweezers, and a pinata.
Q: What does he got in his pocketses?
A: Jimmy Hoffa.
Q: Who's your daddy?
Q: How can we make America stronger?
A: Steel girders, a bodybuilding regime, and Powerade.
Q: How can I be as sexy as (DaMan)?
A: Try sticking this down your pants.
Q: Where did you find your new wife?
A: Under the lettuce.
Q: Where do _you_ put the tomato?
A: I'll have the Filet-O-Fish!
Q: The Russians have launched! What is your order, Captain?
(ooh, this one's bad)
Q: Why do all these dogs keep sniffing my crotch?
A: Because of the tasty sausages inside!
Q: Why did they slice open my Daddy?
A: For the tasty creme filling!
Q: Why do we like (DaMan)?
A: They're behind the couch.
Q: Whatever happened to organized labor?
A: Ebola's a bitch.
A: The steady passage of time, marching relentlessly to your death.
Q: What are you getting me for my baby shower?
A: Take your pick--a guilt trip or chlamydia.
As you can see, this game inspires silliness and grossness. Whee!
Tomorrow is full of work; clean up from the party, do an alteration, do a quilt square, suss out more jobs, etc, etc. But it's interrupted by Riddick. W00t!
A moment of thanks for the beautiful people in my life. Not "The Beautiful People", but the fascinating, strong, tenacious, creative people I am surrounded by. I am luckier than I ever thought I could be.
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Date: 2004-06-13 11:29 am (UTC)Have you read some of the stuff
Re: mmm hmmm!
Date: 2004-06-13 05:49 pm (UTC)