Today I am unveiling the Game. The Game, also known in some circles as "Eat Poop, You Cat" is a fun little exercise my co-workers and I take part in during our break time. The basic premise is that one person starts it off by writing a caption/statement on an index card, then hands the stack of index cards to the next person. The next person then draws a picture that goes with the caption, then hides the caption at the bottom of the stack so only the picture is visible, and then passes the stack to the next person who writes a caption, hides the picture and so on. It's hit or miss, and some people are less funny than others, but overall it's a fun game and I thought I'd post up some of our funnier results on the blog. So with that, I give you the first episode of Eat Poop, You Cat! Click the pic to make it bigger.
Caption: "... And Uncle Jimmy made me eat every last bit of it. I'll tell you what, it sure didn't taste like applesauce."
-Picture courtesy of yours truly.
Caption: "The teenage boy was thinking of mayonnaise as he reached for the belt buckle of the dirty man in the flannel shirt, who was really excited."
Caption: "Johnny Rotten desperately needs some Miracle Whip NOW! Unfortunately, Paul Bunyan is the only man around... just look away and reach out."
It went on a little further than that, but my camera wouldn't take clear pictures and they weren't all that good to post anyway, so you get the basic idea. So today I was going to write a little about the whole wikileaks thing, but as I was getting into bed last night I caught Colbert doing an interview with Wikileaks' supposed founder. Colbert did a pretty decent job smacking him down, so I can only recommend watching the interview.
I mentioned the dangers of political correctness yesterday, and sure enough today PC has claimed another life. Honestly, I'm not sure whether to attribute this to PC bullshit or to the guy being a retarded emo pussy (take that, political correctness). I'm leaning on the latter, but I'm not a scientist.
Ironic headline of the day; maybe she's been celibate since the public discovered she has a dick. Don't worry GaGa, I'd still bone you, and I'd even give your fireman a tug <3. Non-Ironic albeit hilarious headline of the day: The Buenos Aires Redemption? I can hear Morgan Freeman narrating it now, "Andres DuFresnito lost me 20 pesos that night. He didn't cry even a little, mang." I wonder how widespread that practice is, honestly... I thought my lamb tasted a little... human-y the other night.
A sense of entitlement, brought to you by our buddies in the U.K.. I'd say they're in need of some sort of Tea-Party group, but then again they have tea parties every day in the afternoon. Not to mention the original Tea-Party was a big factor in what lost them all their most badass people (Clint Eastwood was a founding father, right?), maybe they don't want to conjure up memories of that. Tea party no good, maybe try Swingers Party, I'm sure a lot of middle aged white people would show up to that!
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