That's silly. You're supposed to say stuff that you didn't do.
I've never played with the finger thing, but often people will say something they know they have done if only to see who else has done the same thing.
You're usually not allowed to do that. And when you are, it requires putting down one of your own fingers.
Well, I've never played with the finger thing, but when I've played, you're allowed to say something you've done, but you just have to drink as if someone else said it.
"Never have I ever posted on the PA forums" *drink* *see who else has* etc.
I've never heard of the finger thing nor "winning" this type of game. We just do it for fun, to pass the time, and for random hillarious drinking.
That's silly. You're supposed to say stuff that you didn't do.
I've never played with the finger thing, but often people will say something they know they have done if only to see who else has done the same thing.
You're usually not allowed to do that. And when you are, it requires putting down one of your own fingers.
Well, I've never played with the finger thing, but when I've played, you're allowed to say something you've done, but you just have to drink as if someone else said it.
"Never have I ever posted on the PA forums" *drink* *see who else has* etc.
I've never heard of the finger thing nor "winning" this type of game. We just do it for fun, to pass the time, and for random hillarious drinking.
The only time I've played it is when a particular card is drawn while playing Circle of Death, but not as a game in and of itself.
And even then you are able to say things you have done, but then you would also have to drink.
ha, this tangent of gay and parents reminds me of a recent interaction with my mum. I have to preface this with the fact that she is vehemently homophobic, to the point where I wonder if she's more afraid of me being gay or me dying. She's also hard to get along with, very critical and judgmental.
Anyways, I just moved out of the state for the first time, and since she's rather obsessive over me, she's been a bit distraught. In one of my rare attempts to try opening up to her and attempt to be closer, I sent her an email with some stuff about how I was doing and the following video, remarking that I've been listening to it a lot lately and it kinda captures how I've been feeling. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do_HpqILPLo
Her response? Wait, let me go find the email.
"That song is interesting. Thanks for sharing it. Not quite sure I get it... is that how you felt before leaving? Monochrome? And it had what sounded like a weird sexual reference... hope you're not trying to say you're gay or bi."
Welp, got my attempt at conviviality out of the way for the next year :P
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dream a little dream or you could live a little dream
sleep forever if you wish to be a dreamer
I had just got over a bad relationship and was using college as rebound city and taking whatever attractive piece gave me interest. One girl(Who I will call Jenny) who had been known to get around campus was one of those girls and agreed to come to my dorm room. For a while all the guys had been making fun of me that I had been talking to her and I was a whore or something blablabla. Lucky for me, none of the guys knew she was in the room with me as it was snowing and everyone was outside doing snow things.
So we are having fun times in my room when I get a knock at my door. I go and creek it open a bit and there is a buddy. He makes small talk and I tell him I'm kind of busy. He then yells that he is sorry and that they made him do it.
"...Huh?"
"GET HIM!!!"
About 10 guys bust through my door and start shoving snow all down my shorts and throwing snow all over me for about 15 seconds. Then start yelling things like, "That should keep ya from Jenny for a while!" and "If she could see you now!"
They then all notice a topless Jenny on my bed cowering in fear and all I hear is a collective-
I'm just glad I'm not the only one with parents who thinks/fears he might be gay.
Yeah, my mom has had a couple very awkward conversations with me.
"Now Baradas, it's okay if you're gay. I'm not saying you are, but if you are I'm fine with it."
"Mom, I'm not gay."
"I'm not saying you are. Just that if you are I'm fine with it."
"But I'm not gay."
And then repeat those last two lines for a while. Hopefully the girlfriend will make that conversation die now.
I'm just glad I'm not the only one with parents who thinks/fears he might be gay.
Yeah, my mom has had a couple very awkward conversations with me.
"Now Baradas, it's okay if you're gay. I'm not saying you are, but if you are I'm fine with it."
"Mom, I'm not gay."
"I'm not saying you are. Just that if you are I'm fine with it."
"But I'm not gay."
And then repeat those last two lines for a while. Hopefully the girlfriend will make that conversation die now.
Well, I have religious zealots. The kind that think homosexuality is that " new fangled thing " and that Bush should be made a saint.
So it's a decidably darker tone to our conversations
" You know what'd we do if you were gay "
" I"m not gay "
" Don't lie to us, Lying sends you to hell and damns your soul "
" I'm not lying, and I'm not gay "
" You know the fags burn in hell, right? "
" For the love of christ I'm NOT FUCKING GAY "
Girlfriends don't help either, sadly enough. This must be what the Menendez brothers felt like.
Um, this is just a suggestion, but you probably don't want to compare yourself to the menendez brothers. Unless you're going to go shotgun murder your family, in which case you definitely shouldn't.
Doesn't really classify as embarrassing... maybe strange; but I wanted to post it and couldn't think of anywhere else :P
So, about 10 minutes ago I'm sitting here much as I am now and I hear what sounds like... scratching... or something. Coming from my back door type area. Not good. A lot of things start running through my mind, so I go to check it out. What do I see?
Mouse. On my kitchen counter right next to the door, munching on some pasta like he owns the fucking place.
Fucker runs behind my microwave. You're not getting away from me this time you little bastard! I cut him off on the other side with a spatula. He has nowhere to run, except underneath the microwave.
Ok, I pray arong.
I lift the microwave just a little so he thinks he can escape. He starts worming his way out... WHAM. I slam the microwave down. Hes trapped, stuck, soon to be dead.
But not dead. What the hell do I do? I can't let him go. Why not? #1, disease bag. #2, I've been hearing this fucker for a couple weeks now rummaging around. #3 He was eating my food motherfucker, I've done worse to my good friends than kill them for that.
So I am left with an uncomfortable decision. He's gotta die. And by my hands.
Doesn't really classify as embarrassing... maybe strange; but I wanted to post it and couldn't think of anywhere else :P
So, about 10 minutes ago I'm sitting here much as I am now and I hear what sounds like... scratching... or something. Coming from my back door type area. Not good. A lot of things start running through my mind, so I go to check it out. What do I see?
Mouse. On my kitchen counter right next to the door, munching on some pasta like he owns the fucking place.
Fucker runs behind my microwave. You're not getting away from me this time you little bastard! I cut him off on the other side with a spatula. He has nowhere to run, except underneath the microwave.
Ok, I pray arong.
I lift the microwave just a little so he thinks he can escape. He starts worming his way out... WHAM. I slam the microwave down. Hes trapped, stuck, soon to be dead.
But not dead. What the hell do I do? I can't let him go. Why not? #1, disease bag. #2, I've been hearing this fucker for a couple weeks now rummaging around. #3 He was eating my food motherfucker, I've done worse to my good friends than kill them for that.
So I am left with an uncomfortable decision. He's gotta die. And by my hands.
I grab a large knife and skewer him.
...I
....I'm a murderer.
And yet it felt so satisfying
You should've kept him in your microwave and attempted to domesticate him
Give him a little bed of tissues and shit
I caught a mouse in my kitchen once. Apparently he must have been a gluttonous bastard because I could easily outrun him in the open and put a plastic cup over him.
Then I slid a piece of paper under it and flipped it up. Then I dumped him in a cardboard box and he ran around...Then he fell over. I'm pretty sure he had a heart attack, or a stroke.
I'm thinking it was a geriatric mouse.
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The only time I caught a mouse, it fell into this big bucket that we'd stacked stuff beside. They made easy steps for the mouse to get in, but it couldn't get out afterwards.
I thought it would be a good idea to drop a cat into the bucket with it. It wasn't a bad idea, as such, but the mouse survived for another hour or so. Cats can be so very cruel.
Not too horribly embarassing, but the stories about finding things in rooms reminded me of this.
Basically some of my friends got me a "Sex for Dummies" book as a gag gift sometime around my 8th/9th grade year. It was pretty funny, except that I put it somewhere in my room and forgot about it. Needless to say my mom was cleaning my room and found it.
The embarassing part isn't that she found it, as this is the mom that around the same time was giving me condoms, but that she showed it to my siblings who would not stop giving me shit for it.
My friends got me a bumper harvest of 2nd hand gay porn for my 18th. I stuffed it under my bed and did my best to forget about it. I forgot about my exploratory mother.
"I noticed you had some... magazines... and some videos... of a certain... nature."
"Those aren't mine. I mean, they are. But I didn't buy them. I'm not-"
"Just don't let your little brother in on what you do, huh? You do what you want but you keep it to yourself."
"Uh..."
Oh gods, accidentally convincing your parents that you're gay.
I've always been a fairly femmy guy, and never did much dating in high school (at least not that my parents knew about). I went to art school for a year afterward, and at some point later when I was living back at home I mentioned that a neighbor blasting loud techno music made me feel "like I'm back in Sergio's room".
"...In my room, next to Sergio's room! He always played loud techno and I heard it through my wall!"
Well, shit. No amount of back-pedaling could get me out of it. I've since dated (and brought over to their place) several women, but I still get the feeling that they're waiting for me to just come out already. It doesn't help that, still, pretty much everyone I meet assumes I'm gay. Curse my gaydar-jamming equipment!
you just reminded me of a story i can tell even though its someone elses.
in college, i was in a fraternity (which should tell you already this is gonna be a gay story) because it was literally the only social life an engineering school offers. this isnt your run of the mill fraternity, i mean one of the rush events was video game night.
any way my friend (same year) and i were living in the house in the same room, he had the top loft and i have the bottom (which happened to be the floor with a matress on it). he skied alot so was often gone for the weekend. one weekend, right before winter break he comes back sunday right before we have our weekly 'meeting'. he sits down and when its his turn to talk he says the following.
"i've umm... i've met a new girl and we've started dating. her name is Jim and..."
everyone else starts laughing at him. in fact he doesnt even get to say anything more and just shuts up for the rest of the meeting. it didn't help that another brother was named Jim and liked to play gay chicken with everyone (ok so the fraternity wasn't too different).
so for the entire winter break everyone thought he was gay or just joked about him being gay.
it also didn't help when he finally said that he mispoke and her real name was Jen.... her last name was Manly.
That's silly. You're supposed to say stuff that you didn't do.
Yes, I know these are the rules. But like I said even if you were out, you could still try to get people out. And from what I've been told, you can say stuff you've done, just gotta put a finger down. Since I had no fingers left, I just decided to do that.
I don't know what all this finger nonsense is. Never have I ever is about drinking and either winning/losing by doing the most or losing/winning by doing the least.
I don't know what all this finger nonsense is. Never have I ever is about drinking and either winning/losing by doing the most or losing/winning by doing the least.
there is no winner or loser in any drinking game ive ever played.
when you drink, everybody wins because everyone has fun.
if you don't have fun while playing a drinking game.... you suck.
I don't know what all this finger nonsense is. Never have I ever is about drinking and either winning/losing by doing the most or losing/winning by doing the least.
there is no winner or loser in any drinking game ive ever played.
when you drink, everybody wins because everyone has fun.
if you don't have fun while playing a drinking game.... you suck.
All the drinking games that I play with various friends go on indefinitely - either because they are based around repeated actions and consequences, or because we play standard gambling games replacing money with drinking. Drinking games aren't about winning, they're about the taking part. Especially with things like Never Have I Ever, where the goal is to find out the most stuff about people before the booze runs out.
Like the time we found out that one of our friends shoved a toothbrush up his arse for sexual pleasure. That only turned up in the game because he mentioned it.
I don't know what all this finger nonsense is. Never have I ever is about drinking and either winning/losing by doing the most or losing/winning by doing the least.
there is no winner or loser in any drinking game ive ever played.
when you drink, everybody wins because everyone has fun.
if you don't have fun while playing a drinking game.... you suck.
All the drinking games that I play with various friends go on indefinitely - either because they are based around repeated actions and consequences, or because we play standard gambling games replacing money with drinking. Drinking games aren't about winning, they're about the taking part.
There's always that one person who thinks it's about winning. Everytime they get a "victory," they'll shout "I win!"
30 - 60 minutes later, that same person is still sober and still shouting "I win" all the time. And as drunk as you are, you are not drunk enough to find that anything but supremely annoying.
Well I've only played a finger version a few times. Apparently it's played this way to see who's sluttier than who. The one that loses all their fingers first is uber-slut. That's how it was explained to me.
Plus, like I said, when we got to the party, some people were beyond trashed and weren't drinking anymore. So it wasn't really much of a drinking game as a game to pass the time find out who has had sex with a girl while on their period.
So he's another strange story of mine. Just happened this weekend.
Now, let me preface this by saying I've never done anything in my sleep. Talk, snore, walk, or eat (apparently some people do this). I'm a fairly mild sleeper. I have been known to move around a lot, one time I woke up at the foot of the bed. But what happened this weekend was very out of the norm for me. Apparently I sleep fucked my girlfriend. That's right. In my sleep I climbed on top of her, but I realized somehow it wasn't going to work cause... well it wasn't ready. She said that I took her hands and put it on my dick to get it hard then I went to town for a while. Then I apparently got tired and just rolled off of her without finishing. She asked why I stopped and my response was, I'm tired. She said, that she would get on top, and I still said no, I'm tired. I find this out the next morning, and she finds out that I don't remember it at all and must've been asleep.
I found a mouse in one of my toilets once, just paddling around. I scooped it out with a strainer, and dumped it a sufficient distance away from the house. I have no clue how in the hell it got all the way up there.
We had a red squirrel get into our house last year. Our cats chased it around for a while, but I locked them in the bathroom when they tried to kill the poor thing.
However, my family had to spend another hour after that trying to catch the squirrel (we released it the next town over at a golf course)
I came in to work this weekend and found mouse turds all over my desk.
Also, my cat is afraid of mice. I had one get in my house a few years back, and one time it came out while we were sitting around watching a movie. As soon as my cat spotted it, he bolted for the bedroom and spent the next hour or two hiding under my bed.
We had a red squirrel get into our house last year. Our cats chased it around for a while, but I locked them in the bathroom when they tried to kill the poor thing.
However, my family had to spend another hour after that trying to catch the squirrel (we released it the next town over at a golf course)
I found a mouse in one of my toilets once, just paddling around. I scooped it out with a strainer, and dumped it a sufficient distance away from the house. I have no clue how in the hell it got all the way up there.
it came up through the pipes, mice are great swimmers
I came in to work this weekend and found mouse turds all over my desk.
Also, my cat is afraid of mice. I had one get in my house a few years back, and one time it came out while we were sitting around watching a movie. As soon as my cat spotted it, he bolted for the bedroom and spent the next hour or two hiding under my bed.
I read that first sentence 3 times because I kept reading it as moose... stupid brain.
The only time I caught a mouse, it fell into this big bucket that we'd stacked stuff beside. They made easy steps for the mouse to get in, but it couldn't get out afterwards.
I thought it would be a good idea to drop a cat into the bucket with it. It wasn't a bad idea, as such, but the mouse survived for another hour or so. Cats can be so very cruel.
Mice and rats are hypersensitive to any stimulus, which is part of why they have such great reflexes I think
My girlfriend does rat testing and if you turn on the lights you have to let them calm down for half an hour to get valid test results
Mice often die of heart attacks in stressful situations because they just can't take it
I came in to work this weekend and found mouse turds all over my desk.
Also, my cat is afraid of mice. I had one get in my house a few years back, and one time it came out while we were sitting around watching a movie. As soon as my cat spotted it, he bolted for the bedroom and spent the next hour or two hiding under my bed.
I read that first sentence 3 times because I kept reading it as moose... stupid brain.
1) Drink whenever there's a cutaway gag
2) Whenever a gag goes on too long start drinking when you've had enough and don't stop until it ends.
First episode I tried this with? The one with the 7 minute chicken fight. I nearly died that night.
We did a Lord of the Rings marathon night watching all three films with a drinking game. Problem was the drinking game was one I pulled off from the Internet, printed, and handed out without checking.
Turns out the game was based around the first film and one of the rules was:
Everytime you see Gollum - 3 Gulps.
Most people didn't make it to the 3rd film. Someone projectile vomited and I did things I forgot about and wasn't too proud of in the morning.
Well I've only played a finger version a few times. Apparently it's played this way to see who's sluttier than who. The one that loses all their fingers first is uber-slut. That's how it was explained to me.
Plus, like I said, when we got to the party, some people were beyond trashed and weren't drinking anymore. So it wasn't really much of a drinking game as a game to pass the time find out who has had sex with a girl while on their period.
So he's another strange story of mine. Just happened this weekend.
Now, let me preface this by saying I've never done anything in my sleep. Talk, snore, walk, or eat (apparently some people do this). I'm a fairly mild sleeper. I have been known to move around a lot, one time I woke up at the foot of the bed. But what happened this weekend was very out of the norm for me. Apparently I sleep fucked my girlfriend. That's right. In my sleep I climbed on top of her, but I realized somehow it wasn't going to work cause... well it wasn't ready. She said that I took her hands and put it on my dick to get it hard then I went to town for a while. Then I apparently got tired and just rolled off of her without finishing. She asked why I stopped and my response was, I'm tired. She said, that she would get on top, and I still said no, I'm tired. I find this out the next morning, and she finds out that I don't remember it at all and must've been asleep.
I too, have experienced the sleep sexing. Started with my ex-girlfriend (I awoke mid-stroke as she thought I was awake she wondered why I freaked out), and has happened like twice with my wife. My wife thinks it's funny, unless she's really trying to sleep- then it's just annoying that I'm sticking my hand down her undies and slobbering all over her neck. To which her response is the same as when I'm snoring. A gentle shove and telling me to knock it off and roll over.
I find it mildly horrifying, and I try not to go to be overly horny.
1) Drink whenever there's a cutaway gag
2) Whenever a gag goes on too long start drinking when you've had enough and don't stop until it ends.
First episode I tried this with? The one with the 7 minute chicken fight. I nearly died that night.
We did a Lord of the Rings marathon night watching all three films with a drinking game. Problem was the drinking game was one I pulled off from the Internet, printed, and handed out without checking.
Turns out the game was based around the first film and one of the rules was:
Everytime you see Gollum - 3 Gulps.
Most people didn't make it to the 3rd film. Someone projectile vomited and I did things I forgot about and wasn't too proud of in the morning.
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You're usually not allowed to do that. And when you are, it requires putting down one of your own fingers.
Well, I've never played with the finger thing, but when I've played, you're allowed to say something you've done, but you just have to drink as if someone else said it.
"Never have I ever posted on the PA forums" *drink* *see who else has* etc.
I've never heard of the finger thing nor "winning" this type of game. We just do it for fun, to pass the time, and for random hillarious drinking.
The only time I've played it is when a particular card is drawn while playing Circle of Death, but not as a game in and of itself.
And even then you are able to say things you have done, but then you would also have to drink.
Anyways, I just moved out of the state for the first time, and since she's rather obsessive over me, she's been a bit distraught. In one of my rare attempts to try opening up to her and attempt to be closer, I sent her an email with some stuff about how I was doing and the following video, remarking that I've been listening to it a lot lately and it kinda captures how I've been feeling.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Do_HpqILPLo
Her response? Wait, let me go find the email.
"That song is interesting. Thanks for sharing it. Not quite sure I get it... is that how you felt before leaving? Monochrome? And it had what sounded like a weird sexual reference... hope you're not trying to say you're gay or bi."
Welp, got my attempt at conviviality out of the way for the next year :P
dream a little dream or you could live a little dream
sleep forever if you wish to be a dreamer
I had just got over a bad relationship and was using college as rebound city and taking whatever attractive piece gave me interest. One girl(Who I will call Jenny) who had been known to get around campus was one of those girls and agreed to come to my dorm room. For a while all the guys had been making fun of me that I had been talking to her and I was a whore or something blablabla. Lucky for me, none of the guys knew she was in the room with me as it was snowing and everyone was outside doing snow things.
So we are having fun times in my room when I get a knock at my door. I go and creek it open a bit and there is a buddy. He makes small talk and I tell him I'm kind of busy. He then yells that he is sorry and that they made him do it.
"...Huh?"
"GET HIM!!!"
About 10 guys bust through my door and start shoving snow all down my shorts and throwing snow all over me for about 15 seconds. Then start yelling things like, "That should keep ya from Jenny for a while!" and "If she could see you now!"
They then all notice a topless Jenny on my bed cowering in fear and all I hear is a collective-
"oh.."
Yeah, my mom has had a couple very awkward conversations with me.
"Now Baradas, it's okay if you're gay. I'm not saying you are, but if you are I'm fine with it."
"Mom, I'm not gay."
"I'm not saying you are. Just that if you are I'm fine with it."
"But I'm not gay."
And then repeat those last two lines for a while. Hopefully the girlfriend will make that conversation die now.
Well, I have religious zealots. The kind that think homosexuality is that " new fangled thing " and that Bush should be made a saint.
So it's a decidably darker tone to our conversations
" You know what'd we do if you were gay "
" I"m not gay "
" Don't lie to us, Lying sends you to hell and damns your soul "
" I'm not lying, and I'm not gay "
" You know the fags burn in hell, right? "
" For the love of christ I'm NOT FUCKING GAY "
Girlfriends don't help either, sadly enough. This must be what the Menendez brothers felt like.
See how many books I've read so far in 2010
So, about 10 minutes ago I'm sitting here much as I am now and I hear what sounds like... scratching... or something. Coming from my back door type area. Not good. A lot of things start running through my mind, so I go to check it out. What do I see?
Mouse. On my kitchen counter right next to the door, munching on some pasta like he owns the fucking place.
Fucker runs behind my microwave. You're not getting away from me this time you little bastard! I cut him off on the other side with a spatula. He has nowhere to run, except underneath the microwave.
Ok, I pray arong.
I lift the microwave just a little so he thinks he can escape. He starts worming his way out... WHAM. I slam the microwave down. Hes trapped, stuck, soon to be dead.
But not dead. What the hell do I do? I can't let him go. Why not? #1, disease bag. #2, I've been hearing this fucker for a couple weeks now rummaging around. #3 He was eating my food motherfucker, I've done worse to my good friends than kill them for that.
So I am left with an uncomfortable decision. He's gotta die. And by my hands.
I grab a large knife and skewer him.
...I
....I'm a murderer.
And yet it felt so satisfying
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Give him a little bed of tissues and shit
Then I slid a piece of paper under it and flipped it up. Then I dumped him in a cardboard box and he ran around...Then he fell over. I'm pretty sure he had a heart attack, or a stroke.
I'm thinking it was a geriatric mouse.
I thought it would be a good idea to drop a cat into the bucket with it. It wasn't a bad idea, as such, but the mouse survived for another hour or so. Cats can be so very cruel.
you just reminded me of a story i can tell even though its someone elses.
in college, i was in a fraternity (which should tell you already this is gonna be a gay story) because it was literally the only social life an engineering school offers. this isnt your run of the mill fraternity, i mean one of the rush events was video game night.
any way my friend (same year) and i were living in the house in the same room, he had the top loft and i have the bottom (which happened to be the floor with a matress on it). he skied alot so was often gone for the weekend. one weekend, right before winter break he comes back sunday right before we have our weekly 'meeting'. he sits down and when its his turn to talk he says the following.
"i've umm... i've met a new girl and we've started dating. her name is Jim and..."
everyone else starts laughing at him. in fact he doesnt even get to say anything more and just shuts up for the rest of the meeting. it didn't help that another brother was named Jim and liked to play gay chicken with everyone (ok so the fraternity wasn't too different).
so for the entire winter break everyone thought he was gay or just joked about him being gay.
it also didn't help when he finally said that he mispoke and her real name was Jen.... her last name was Manly.
Yes, I know these are the rules. But like I said even if you were out, you could still try to get people out. And from what I've been told, you can say stuff you've done, just gotta put a finger down. Since I had no fingers left, I just decided to do that.
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there is no winner or loser in any drinking game ive ever played.
when you drink, everybody wins because everyone has fun.
if you don't have fun while playing a drinking game.... you suck.
1) Drink whenever there's a cutaway gag
2) Whenever a gag goes on too long start drinking when you've had enough and don't stop until it ends.
First episode I tried this with? The one with the 7 minute chicken fight. I nearly died that night.
All the drinking games that I play with various friends go on indefinitely - either because they are based around repeated actions and consequences, or because we play standard gambling games replacing money with drinking. Drinking games aren't about winning, they're about the taking part. Especially with things like Never Have I Ever, where the goal is to find out the most stuff about people before the booze runs out.
Like the time we found out that one of our friends shoved a toothbrush up his arse for sexual pleasure. That only turned up in the game because he mentioned it.
There's always that one person who thinks it's about winning. Everytime they get a "victory," they'll shout "I win!"
30 - 60 minutes later, that same person is still sober and still shouting "I win" all the time. And as drunk as you are, you are not drunk enough to find that anything but supremely annoying.
Plus, like I said, when we got to the party, some people were beyond trashed and weren't drinking anymore. So it wasn't really much of a drinking game as a game to pass the time find out who has had sex with a girl while on their period.
So he's another strange story of mine. Just happened this weekend.
Now, let me preface this by saying I've never done anything in my sleep. Talk, snore, walk, or eat (apparently some people do this). I'm a fairly mild sleeper. I have been known to move around a lot, one time I woke up at the foot of the bed. But what happened this weekend was very out of the norm for me. Apparently I sleep fucked my girlfriend. That's right. In my sleep I climbed on top of her, but I realized somehow it wasn't going to work cause... well it wasn't ready. She said that I took her hands and put it on my dick to get it hard then I went to town for a while. Then I apparently got tired and just rolled off of her without finishing. She asked why I stopped and my response was, I'm tired. She said, that she would get on top, and I still said no, I'm tired. I find this out the next morning, and she finds out that I don't remember it at all and must've been asleep.
However, my family had to spend another hour after that trying to catch the squirrel (we released it the next town over at a golf course)
Also, my cat is afraid of mice. I had one get in my house a few years back, and one time it came out while we were sitting around watching a movie. As soon as my cat spotted it, he bolted for the bedroom and spent the next hour or two hiding under my bed.
Your story and your avatar makes me laugh.
it came up through the pipes, mice are great swimmers
I read that first sentence 3 times because I kept reading it as moose... stupid brain.
Mice and rats are hypersensitive to any stimulus, which is part of why they have such great reflexes I think
My girlfriend does rat testing and if you turn on the lights you have to let them calm down for half an hour to get valid test results
Mice often die of heart attacks in stressful situations because they just can't take it
You're NOT the only one...
We did a Lord of the Rings marathon night watching all three films with a drinking game. Problem was the drinking game was one I pulled off from the Internet, printed, and handed out without checking.
Turns out the game was based around the first film and one of the rules was:
Everytime you see Gollum - 3 Gulps.
Most people didn't make it to the 3rd film. Someone projectile vomited and I did things I forgot about and wasn't too proud of in the morning.
Alcohol is awesome.
(For reference this is the drinking game: http://www.sequentialtart.com/archive/feb02/cv_0202_4.shtml)
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I find it mildly horrifying, and I try not to go to be overly horny.
:P