Sad. I'd heard of Spin the Bottle, probably in grammar school. In high school there were girls only. So I've survived all this time without that experience. Probably just as well... first of all, in grammar school I might have just died on the spot. Ooof, Billy.. on the other hand, Chucky, heart, heart.
Looking back, and not having participated, was that a mean game?
Oh, wait, I'm here, wearing my kitty cat jammies. Eyes h'ordeuvres, and how to spell them, decides not to worry, reaches for a cold Something d'Friuli.
Oh... look at the two little brats!! Kidding, you're both glories.
(Yep, Canadians have a weird sense of humour!)
I'm just gonna curl up here in my Mary Tyler Moore pajamas and wait for what comes next...)
The other bootie (tush, bottom, behind, buttocks, arse) - you know, THAT one!
...but please not the silicone kind
ossobuco wrote:Looking back, and not having participated, was that a mean game?
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No, not a mean game...the only way it could have turned mean was if someone refused to kiss who the bottle landed on...and I just don't ever remember that happening in my experience. Not that I played that often...but enough for me.
I am in my jammies and chilling out...unless someone puts on some decent music I am afraid I might even doze off...
That'll do...that K.C. was such a cutie when he was a young'un wasn't he?
So who all is shaking their booty I want to know?
Lots of us! Here's Stray Cat and one of her friends!
dlowan wrote:Eva wrote:Well, that's just because you're argumentative, Deb.
No, I'm not.
See?! See?!
Now stop arguing and join the fun. Jes is looking for players for Mystery Date. I'm in. Who'll make four?
Eva wrote:dlowan wrote:Eva wrote:Well, that's just because you're argumentative, Deb.
No, I'm not.
See?! See?!
That's not an argument - it's just a contradiction.
Now you're arguing about arguing!
I rest my case.
Eva wrote:Lots of us! Here's Stray Cat and one of her friends!
Is that Cyphercat?? Yeah, yeah, I think it is.
Mystery Date -- which I never actually played, if truth be told -- had as its object that (I believe) you'd get a date with the fellow of your dreams. There's a door and behind it are cards, these are guy cards, I'm pretty sure.
I never got to play that either. I always wanted to though. Life either - can you believe that? We were Scrabble and Monopoly players.
jespah wrote:Mystery Date -- which I never actually played, if truth be told -- had as its object that (I believe) you'd get a date with the fellow of your dreams. There's a door and behind it are cards, these are guy cards, I'm pretty sure.
I played that game all the time.
The guy that's supposed to the the dream looked like a dork to me.
There was a guy in beach attire, he was ok.
The guy that was supposed to be the DUD, was actually the only cute one.
dangerous like.
I like dangerous men...in theory
We should play it with pics of A2K guys. Gus, of course, would be the dream date.
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