Mad Libs (et al.)
I’m sitting here thinking about Mad Libs. They are, to me, the epitome of childish humour, and I love them to bits. Throughout my school years, we’d take our pithy creations and make news reports, such as what the weather in The Bathroom was like, or The Horny Adventures of Captain Zoom. Myself and my friends in the morning smoke crew in high school would fill the hour and change with them (‘Chode! CHODE!’ one of my friends once cried with childish glee, and it still warms my heart to think about), and they even helped fill my time in the Air Force. Of course, doing up the Christmas Mad Libs and then having the Navy come around singing ‘Frosty the Snowman’ when you’d made it into something much filthier the day before… *coughs*
I guess this sort of mentally leads me into all the childhood games I’ve tainted with booze. I made a drinking version of Candyland (which got you really really drunk, and I’m not sure I remember the rules anymore), a drinking version of putting together a puzzle (pieces fit? DRINK!), and even attempted to make a drinking game out of Tiddlywinks… but then, that would require me actually being able to play that one. <__< I guess it makes sense in a way – I’d always thought to myself that people tend to drink so they’d have an excuse to act like kids. I never needed the excuse – I drank ’cause I was hiding from deep depressions that I wasn’t quite aware of having.
Um… where was I going with that? Honestly, I have no idea. My mind keeps drifting to the paint by number that’s sitting on top of the printer, taunting me with its promised fun. Not that I’ll get that far – there’s a book between here and there, and my reading has definitely been neglected since the advent of my child. Goodreads would assure me that I’ve read about nine books this year, and am about to finish the tenth, to which I say… that’s it? Seriously?! That’s not even a book a week, which is massive fail.
Ah well, at least it’s the weekend… maybe I can trick myself into reading more, hee hee. Though more than likely I’ll find myself circling the net listlessly, forgetting what the heck I was looking for/at in the first place.
Anyways, have yourselves a lovely night, and a good weekend too. 🙂
Man. Hit me up if you remember those Candyland rules. I’m sad they’ve watered the imagery down, ’cause oldschool Gloppy was a nightmare factory *without* booze involved.
Strangely enough, Gloppy was part of the rules… I guess his stupid retard analogue is what one can use in his place.
It’s a beer or mixed drink game, ’cause there’s a lot of drinking involved. If you pull a primary colour, you drink. If you pull a secondary colour, you make someone else drink. If it’s a double, you drink twice, etc. If you get a face card, you take five gulps unless it’s Gloppy/his retard replacement – you down your drink.