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December 8, 2008

We used to play this game. It was a really horrid game–the drinking-game incarnation of the Longfellow rhyme about the little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead. When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad, she was horrid!

First, you take a shot of tequila (remember, these were the days before Canada discovered “sipping” tequila, aka the stuff that costs too much to swill, and makes you too sleepy to stay up all night playing games like this one).

Second, lie on your back on the floor with your arms folded across your chest.

Third, a “friend” thumps on your chest while you try to recite a short nursery rhyme. Just see if you can get through a verse without starting to giggle, which in turns stops the air from going in and out normally, which triggers a chain reaction of spastic laughter and trying to calm down and more spazzy laughing and less calming down.

And so on.


2 Comments leave one →
  1. looka permalink
    December 9, 2008 5:46 am

    Huhuhuhuh! This foto is wonderful!

    Amanda, do your insights on bad/good fun ever subside? I hope not.

    Canada should give out a medal to you, for preserving all of this.

  2. Amanda permalink
    December 9, 2008 6:27 pm

    Perhaps a special category would enable me to receive the Order of Canada For Good-Bad Fun, haha.

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