Comments on: Cranberries, Cranium and cockrings.

By: Trent

Trent — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 15:41:06 +0000

My wife’s family plays card games in a casual and friendly fashion.

My family, on the other hand, plays cards in a cutthroat fashion. By cutthroat, I mean with the utmost of seriousness, competitiveness, and aggressiveness. Taunting, betting, and vague threatening are all part of the norm.

The first time my wife was introduced to this, she didn’t realize how vicious it all was. She was my partner, and she sat there making all sorts of jokes and sarcastic comments and such, laughing when she had the jacks to match my aces, and basically just being her jovial self.

We proceeded to run the night without a loss and earned more than a few dirty looks.

By: Dawn

Dawn — Thu, 01 Dec 2005 13:54:58 +0000

This had me chortling with glee at the thought of how the faces around the table looked. Too funny. Oh, to have been a fly on the wall!

By: rose

rose — Wed, 30 Nov 2005 02:44:01 +0000

This is the funniest thing I have read in weeks. Having married into a family of enthusiastic game players (alas, sans clergy), I can completely relate.

By: V-Grrrl

V-Grrrl — Tue, 29 Nov 2005 14:02:10 +0000

This story reminds me of the one and only time I played Scruples. We were living in Oklahoma, the buckle of the nation’s Bible Belt, and socializing with natives who had never been more than 60 miles from where they were born. Nice people, good ole boys and gals, but sheltered. And not game players.

In Scruples, it seems you pick cards with imaginary scenarios and then give an answer as to how you would handle the dilemma presented. Then, if I’m getting this right, the teams present opposing viewpoints, arguing about whether the person would react as they said they would. Well one of the cards someone drew had to do with fidelity, and how much it would matter to you if you discovered photographic evidence of your partner in a sexual act. One sweet, sweet girl was saying that she didn’t think it would matter as long as the photos pre-dated the relationship. To which MY HUSBAND, most conservative man on planet, unexpectedly countered, “But what if the photos showed him engaged in a sex act with a DOG!?” At which point jaws fell. Eyes moved in shock to me, then our cocker spaniel, and then the floor. End of game. We were rendered speechless and had to rely on alcohol to erase the memories.

By: Miss Jean

Miss Jean — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 20:19:33 +0000

Cranium gets really difficult when a) everybody has drunk their share b) they have to hum. Humming while intoxicated is quite difficult, not only to execute but the guessers just start humming theirveryownselves and nothing gets accomplished. Sand runeth out.

By: Melanhead

Melanhead — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 18:40:52 +0000

I bet they have potpourri-scented cock rings in Japan - they are always coming up with cutting edge inventions over there.

Maybe cutting edge is the wrong adjective to use for cock-related stuff.

By: MargoMMM

MargoMMM — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 17:41:45 +0000

Your stick man is quite well hung.

By: untitled

untitled — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:32:26 +0000

Right. Just to clarify, for all you jewelry afficionados out there — a cockring is actually not a piercing, as untitledhusband had shouted out during the heat of the game play.

By: Shelli

Shelli — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 16:17:48 +0000

“untitledhusband yells out the first thing that comes to mind. “COCKRING!” That’s right, folks. Cockring.” Eliciting assumptions about what YOU do with a cockring in your marital bed! lol.

fyi, wordgirl, a cockring is probably what you thought it was and it is NOT a piercing. Not that I would know or anything!

By: wordgirl

wordgirl — Mon, 28 Nov 2005 15:55:01 +0000

I’m trying to get a mental video going of playing that game with EITHER side of my family. Hmmm….nope…nothing but chaos and disaster could come from ANYTHING wherein I mention a body piercing any lower than the earlobes. Despite the fact that I had my own navel pierced seven years ago.

But….I thought that a cockring was actually something else. Not a piercing.