November 23, 2007

Guess what my new porn name is?

Rudy Fuckstable. Dudes would totally pay to see Rudy Fuckstable get boned. We had such a great time on Thanksgiving Day yesterday. First, we ate pumpking pie and turkey. Then we ate some other things. I can't remember all of it.

Then we played Headbanz for like 27 hours. I love headbanz! Back in my old college days I played it a few times with my pals. Proof of that came when this card was came up:



That is my friend Steve's name and his phone number when he lived in Arcata. Those were the good old days.

We also played the initial game for a long time and that is a lot like headbanz only backwards.

I wanted my aunt to play cribbage with me but she won't so far. My brother wanted us all to play his Lord of the Rings Risk game but we wouldn't. I also wanted to play scattergories or Taboo or Goddamn you to a bloody hell for all eternity but noone will play with me. Maybe later.

5 comments:

avantard said...

We played Taboo! Only, it was only mildly fun because there was this woman who took it way to seriously. I hate when that happens on a BOARD GAME.

apants said...

We didn't play taboo but I did beat my aunt at cribbage and I totally won scattergories even though they all said "mom and pop" isn't a famous duo or trio. Whatever.

People who take board games seriously should go fuck themselves, right? Oh wait, I can kind of take them too seriously sometimes. I should go fuck myself when I do though.

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BTW Headbanz looks like a great game for stoners, reminds me of a poker game called Indian, where you hold your cards against your forehead so that everybody but you can see what you've got.

Justin said...

So is the version of headbandz you have the same one I bought at a thrift store in Eureka and the one we had on Sunset Ave apartments??

apants said...

Justin, yes it is the same one! It cost a dollar fifty. My cousin Maggie pointed that out. Just goes to show, money can buy happiness. Turns out.