So yeah, this is a real game. And much to my (pleasant) surprise, people have started playing it. It’s a fun game, if you think about it. Apparently Matt (last name withheld because I don’t know if he wants me to withhold it or not), an Applegeeks reader, has already played this game with this friends. They, uh, ended up with detention, though, because it was on school grounds, so try not to play it there … ^_^;

Props to the FKNOP crew (they are my roots, after all) (and it probably sounds like a gang, and may be insofar as we like to shoot at people with nerf guns), but more importantly, props to my best friend Archer Mitchell for coming up with the game. As he told me last night, “It’s my job to come up with games that degrade others”, and he’s damned good at it. There was once a problem in his house with people taking all his York Peppermint patties (he’d buy the big boxes), so he devised a game to make people sick of them. The rules were as follows: Whoever eats the next peppermint patty had to eat one more than the previous person. I forget how many Ryan fit into his mouth before he decided that he hated York’s forever, but it was certainly a victory for Archer.

The funniest occurrence of the Shotgun game probably happened in a parking lot in front of … Safeway? I hesistate to say for sure. But two of our friends, Ben and J, were vying for front-seat rights, so the pants dropped, and a mad rush for the car ensued. They got pretty close, too, until Archer drove away. DROVE AWAY. So all that’s left is two guys standing in the middle of a parking lot with their pants around their ankles, expressions of confusion and shock stamped clearly upon their faces. Good times, good times.

All of which reminds me, I miss them. College has effectively taken over my life; there are times when I’ll pause in the middle of a design assignment or an english paper and think that there’s something messed up about not being able to see the FKNOP kids anymore. So I figure I’ll just bide my time, wait till there’s an opening - and the mental images of Ryan with his face puffed up like a chipmunk storing away for the peppermint pattie famine and Archer driving away from two guys without pants in the middle of a secluded parking lot will hold me over till then.

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