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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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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.