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Post by ILaughAtSex on Jul 23, 2004 17:33:10 GMT -5
Make it up. Or else. If anybody wants to be cute and say monopoly, I will tear out your eyes with pliers. That's just for wanting to do it; nobody wants to know the punishment for actually saying it.  Conrgratulations, you are Sorry! This game was designed to create rivalry amongst children in otherwise peaceful families. Nobody likes to be sorry'd, and any sorrying requires revenge. Countless children have lost limbs in living room brawls because of this game. Countless more infants have choked to death on the small game pieces. Way to go, killer! |
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Post by 2Short on Jul 25, 2004 0:46:07 GMT -5
 You are Mouse Trap, the game that nobody really knows how to play. You just like to keep setting off the trap to see the little green diver get flipped into the cup-like object. |
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Post by pete on Jul 25, 2004 12:58:10 GMT -5
 i am Cootie! my favorite game as a child, since ants in the pants got bored, and none of my friends could actually wear the pants that came with the game, and i lost all the "ants". well anyways, im Cootie, the game where you get to build your own bug, and have it go kill other bugs. it's a "make your own toy" game. and if ya want, you can make the cootie all fucked up looking, which i sopmetimes did, or make it multi-colerd. its just oen of those good ole' games, that nobody cares about. |
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Post by Dane's_Mods_Sux on Jul 25, 2004 23:19:18 GMT -5
 I am Chutes and Ladders! Your favorite game as a young girl that you would play for hours and drive your brother crazy asking to play all the time! It's good to go up the ladders, but look out for the chutes! Simple enjoyment you treasured as a kid and only wish you could relive your innocence. |
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Post by NonDylan on Jul 29, 2004 16:21:13 GMT -5
 You are Ouija Board. Countless idiots ask you their retarded questions daily. So, you send them all to hell. |
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Post by Julie on Jul 29, 2004 17:33:12 GMT -5
Cootie, Ants in the Pants and Dont Break the Ice were for the poor kids. You poor bastard! My gramma had all the parts to Cootie in a gallon size zip-lock bag, but when we played Cootie, we werent playing Cootie, we were playing make-believe. We were make-believing we were poor bastards like you, Pete.  You are Hasbro's Battleship. A standard game of you now costs $18.99 where it was once under $10. Toy manufacturers are raping children and their parents. You are fun because you are so easy to cheat at. You are based entirely on honesty, trust and strategy. Ironically, no one is to be trusted while playing you. Even when they promise they will not cheat, like most do before a round of the old Ship O' Battles, cheating by one or more parties in inevitable. It is necessary for you to cheat and look at your opponent's sea so that you may catch him cheating later when he moves his ships so stealthily. Your pegs will get stuck in carpet and stepped on by everyone. There will be the occasional retard peg that will not go into the holes, so you must discard of it. There will be 1.5 million white pegs and 4 red ones. Note: Ships will not fit in holes diagonally. |
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Post by Macha on Jul 30, 2004 18:16:52 GMT -5
Your Scattergories  You like words. And wasting paper. And a buzzer that would scare the shit out of you every single time it went off. |
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Post by censored on Aug 1, 2004 21:23:34 GMT -5
 I am Jenga. I am made of wood and I can come crashing down at any moment. Make one wrong move and youll pay for it. |
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Post by sonshine76 on Aug 2, 2004 15:04:54 GMT -5
Your Scattergories You like words. And wasting paper. And a buzzer that would scare the shit out of you every single time it went off. That is so true. It makes me so nervous that I look up every 5 seconds to see how much time I have left to prepare myself for the shock. I still jump. This is a typical game of Scattergories with my family: Me: Ok, next is fruits (that begin with a "P") I have "peach." Brother: "That's what I have! No points for you!" Me: "Or you, dinkleberry. Couldn't you have said pomegranate?" Stepmom: "I don't have anything. I left it blank to come back to it, and got stuck on animal organs that begin with "P." Dad: "I have...uh.... pie." Me and brother: "Dad, that's not a fruit. No way. 0 points." (simultaneously) Dad: "Yes it is! Peach pie! Apple pie! C'mon. I'm giving myself a point." *It ends with me prying the point pad from my father, ripping out the page and throwing the buzzer. It's an ugly scene. |
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Post by Julie on Aug 2, 2004 18:05:08 GMT -5
If I were playing your dad, and I dont mean he would be one of my many lovers, but if we had a game of Scattergories going, I would accept 'pie'. I like creative answers, and I make a lot of shit up when I play. Sometimes, I have whole phrases as an answer and I am forced to write down the spacing of the page to fit it in. I call it 'ScattERgories', also. I dont like how people say 'Scattagories' so I annunciate the 'ER' You are also:  because your dad beats you if you make too much noise while he is trying to nap. |
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Post by pete on Aug 3, 2004 12:21:00 GMT -5
Cootie, Ants in the Pants and Dont Break the Ice were for the poor kids. You poor bastard! My gramma had all the parts to Cootie in a gallon size zip-lock bag, but when we played Cootie, we werent playing Cootie, we were playing make-believe. We were make-believing we were poor bastards like you, Pete. you just named some good games i used to have as a kid, and yes, im not rich. what'd you expect, someone like me is some richass kid. I THINK NOT. however, my neighbor and good friend eric, had Bucket Of Ballz, or whatever you called it. you would load it with golf balls, and it would spit them out of its mouth. but i didnt like the game too much. it sucked balls!  |
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Post by Julie on Aug 4, 2004 22:25:09 GMT -5
Its Mr. Bucket, Pete. You put the balls in his top. It's Mr. Bucket and out of his mouth they will pop. He's Mr. Bucket mumbly grumbly, he's Mr. Bucket...buckets of fun! You poor bastard.
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Post by sonshine76 on Aug 5, 2004 10:35:41 GMT -5
Your Taboo.  You must describe a word to your teammates without saying certain key words. Unlike Scatte Rgories, you are timed by sand through an hour glass (these are the Days of our Lives...), however someone from the other team must stand over you like the word police and scare the crap out of you with the illegal-word buzzer if you screw up. There is always someone who says all the words on the card regardless and gets buzzed, and there is always someone who gets off on buzzing unneccessarily. Ha ha, I'm the funny buzzer guy. No point! Ha ha. I am Dat Phan. This dude is not messing around:  |
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Post by pete on Aug 5, 2004 21:40:01 GMT -5
screw ritch people. ritch people are asshole. poor people wind up being great rappers, and ritch kids end up becoming a rock star, because they have money to buy all the equipment and lessons.
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Post by unlimited on Aug 5, 2004 22:23:58 GMT -5
screw ritch people. ritch people are asshole. poor people wind up being great rappers, and ritch kids end up becoming a rock star, because they have money to buy all the equipment and lessons. rich |
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