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And if you enjoy hard cider?
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You’ve got to try this brand I just discovered at Bootleggers. The liquor store, not this guy…
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Black Widow cider.
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It’s fabulous, and is named after a deadly spider. What more could you ask?
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As for Scrabble?
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I kicked the husband’s butt again, even with three out of the four U’s.
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So now that we have a comfortable, heated and (well stocked with beer) man cave, it was time to get down to some serious board game playing. Covid social restrictions make multi player games like Pictionary and Cards Against Humanity a no go, so we searched for something fun to play with two people.
The husband won’t play Trivial Pursuit or Gin Rummy with me anymore because I wipe the floor with him every time. So we tried a game a friend had given us last year as a gift.
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Simple enough, you finish the lines from various categories… music, literature etc.
We played three games and I skunked my other half three times. Even though I gave him music questions from his favorite song.
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So we moved on to a classic, Scrabble.
It wasn’t an easy start and we didn’t have a lot to build from.
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My task was made even more difficult with letters like these.
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And these.
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And then these.
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But after a marathon four and a half hour game?
I won…. and my husband was pickled.
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The man cave has a pool table.. and will soon be filled with beer.
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So naturally it needs sharp projectiles.
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And a regulation distance marker to stand behind when hurling them.
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Why not the sign we bought after we literally stood on the corner in Winslow Arizona?
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Dart board cabinet installation complete….
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The husband proceeded to kick my ass in our inaugural game.
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Yes, that’s a triple 20 pointer…. twice. But splitting the damn dart?
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No one likes a show off.
And during game number two?
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He did it again.
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Hell, after a toddy or two I’m lucky if I can hit the wall, no less aim for and hit the same spot.
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As evidenced by this shot that stuck in the floor.
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Cheers!
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We all have them. That special group of friends you’ve known for years but don’t like to advertise. You can’t invite them out to dinner with your crew, and you won’t bring them to the cocktail party at work. But thanks to me? You could ask them to your house to play a game right up their alley.
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So they’re not the brightest bulbs in the pack?
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No problem.
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This is a game that won’t embarrass the less than erudite among us.
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And they get to hit people with a club!
You know they’re going to love it.
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Neanderthals.
Admit it, you know a few.
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Well, no. Not that kind.
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But this type could be amusing.
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I live for crazy, off beat adult games.
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Whaaaat!!
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You get a giant red crab claw free with purchase?
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I am so buying this.
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But I know you do.
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Admit it, we’ve all wanted to feel a little warmer and cheesier this year.
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This gives a whole new meaning to the word shortcake.
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Skin as soft and supple as a nice juicy brain? What woman doesn’t dream of that!
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I have to admit this one might have validity. We live next to a horse farm and see our fair share of flies. A real life arcade game with salt bullets… hmm.
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If you have predictive text on your cell phone, grab it and let’s play.
Remember The Princess Bride movie?
No, I don’t either. But apparently there’s a quotable line from the film that goes like this….
So a Facebook friend of mine tagged me to play the 2020 version.
Start texting My name is…..
You killed my….
Prepare to….
And let predictive text do the rest.
My results:
My name is not the big barn. ( seriously, that’s what I got! )
You killed my husband and he didn’t even know. ( it’s true he’s not very observant, but still. )
Prepare to be a little more than the kale. ( I seriously hope I’m a lot more than that foul weed. )
Not kidding, that’s what it said.
Apparently my iPhone is freakishly tuned in to my life.
Which if I stopped laughing, might make me a little worried.
Does anyone need a banana phone?
No.
But buy one and save a gorilla just the same.
A must for Star Wars fanatics.
Yes James, I’m talking to you.
Cake.
On a stick.
Need I say more?
I’m not sure my bar game could possibly be more up, but bottles of gin are definitely my favorite DIY.
While I take umbrage at the horrible people designation (I’ve always thought of myself as just slightly awful) this is one seriously bawdy, provocative, risqué fun party game.
Does it surprise you to know I have all 6 expansion packs?
It shouldn’t.
So if you like raunchy, crude, earthy blue humor?
Give it a try.
Because we all still need a laugh.
Now that’s just rude.
This looks like a great idea since I always whup the husband at gin rummy and he won’t play with me anymore.
*Note to self – borrow neighbor’s rooster*
I really do miss traveling.
Even if it’s just to the next town.
Indeed.
Yeah.
Gwyneth (correct spelling) can bite me.
( Did I already post this one? Maybe… but the sentiment holds true. )
Cats.
They think they know everything. It happens to be tequila.
Stuff it Mittens.
Jesus… neither do I!
We’re doomed.
Why is it that….
Every time you’re in a rush to get out the door?
Great Aunt Trudy will call and want to regale you with detailed stories of her piles.
If I didn’t want to hear about them the last 3 times we spoke? Chances are I really don’t want to hear about them when I’m 10 minutes late for an appointment.
Why is it that…
Every time I cut my hand in the kitchen?
I’m in danger of bleeding out because I can’t get the damned Bandaid package open with one hand.
Seriously, WTH?
Why is it that…
Even though I’m a font of useless knowledge, I let my friends down last week when I couldn’t come up with the winning answer in a trivia game tie breaker at my local bar?
But, come on.
Did you know that the original name for the Google search engine was…
BackRub?
No… I didn’t think so.
Why is it that…
Every time I take the time to wash and wax my car?
It either rains, or a flock of pigeons who’ve just eaten at Chipolte follow me home.
Why is it that….
Every time I think I have absolutely nothing to blog about?
I always manage to come up with something ridiculous.
You’re welcome.
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