This is how a non-scommped drunk post shall commence. I am drinking--err, drunk--with Mounisger Smelliot FartFace.
There were a number of ladies surriounding us all day. or evening. I am making an effort to postin with good spelling.
Dudes, drunk posting is hard.
Here is smelliout:
(Free-Hou out)
lets play a love game do you love game are you in the game? something the love game. l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-lets have some fun this beat is siiiick. THE STORY OF US, IT ALWAYS STARTS THE SAME WITH A BOY AND A GIRL AND A HUT AND A GAME?
I think she means jabba the hut. He's the only Hut I can think of.
OKay. So here's the best game ever. It isn't a love game. It's still fun and its called telephone pictionary. Obviously a shitty name for it. If you can think of a better name, feel free to let me know. Here's how you play.
- For as many people as there are in the group you are, cut that many pieces of paper per person. Thus, if you are playing with 6 people, then each person gets 6 pieces of paper for a total of 36 pieces. The pieces of paper dont need to be that big. Only about 2x4 inches per piece.
- To start, everyone writes down a word/phrase on their piece of paper.
- Everyone passes their pieceS of paper to the left (or right, honestly i dont care). The important part is that ALL of the pieces of paper are passed at one time, not just the one you wrote on.
- The person who receivers the papers reads the word/phrase and then draws a picture on a different piece of paper that "describes" the word/phrase.
- All the pieces of paper are passed to the left (or right, honestly I dont care...honestly).
- The receiving person sees the image and then writes a word for the image but DOES NOT look at the previous card which says the word that caused the other person to draw the picture. THIS IS HOW ITS LIKE TELEPHONE AND PICTIONARY AT THE SAME TIME.
- "the world is spinning" -FreeHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
- skeet
- etc continuing from step (6).
- I apologize if the above description is unclear.
And now...stream of consciousness from free ho.
"So there was a mountain this mountain is rounded on top. most of the time it was obscured by clouds. But one time it was clear and I saw both caps. One was gorgeous and the other one was taller. The other one was purple. Tri-coconut oil. It was a gorgeous blue sky. we would see things from miles around. SPeed and endurance...muircamp. THe little people caught me on the ridge. STOP. JUMP. SHIFT. STANDING Down there. THE RED. THE WHITE. THE CLEANLines. RUMMMMM RUMMM RUMMM. To the devils kitchen we go, look for the rum rum rum through the dark. From the back of the motorcycle. Look at the fins look at the dark look at the motorcycle. Look at the markers look at the red. Make camp. Learn to ride. Learn to DRINK. BIG bend. moab (mother of all bombs). THat was the best night of my life. That was the best day of my life."
Note: open to interpretation.
