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Pictionary with Cheaters

Recently I embraced the 21st century by getting a smartphone. This was a big step up from my old phone (which I was made fun of quite a bit about – which led to jokes like “the sexting pigeon” … more on that some other time).

For now, a little story about “Draw Something.” My buddies Juicebox, Airplanes, Rainbow Speak and I all downloaded this game this past Friday and we have been playing it quite a bit. I now also have games going with my sister E$, and my brotha-in-law.

Juicebox is by far the best at this. (It’s no wonder when you recall he’s the genius behind the work post-it-portraits. And you can now read his foreign guy insights – for example he wrote about “soccer” at his own blog!)

Also, for clarity, this game is like Pictionary (with a bit of Hang Man mixed in). You draw something and then send it off to your friend. Then your friend has however many blank spaces the word is, and twelve letters. The word isn’t necessarily twelve letters long, so you may ignore some of those letters.

My drawings for this tend to be incredibly simple and stupid. Really, they just plain stink. But as bad as they are, in my mind, they are still much better than my mom’s drawings when my family plays Pictionary. When she and my dad are on a team it is the worst. They’ve been married for thirty-fuhasugiha years (that’s my pretending to cough-type, because I can’t remember how long). In all those years of marriage they have formed special bonds which defy logic. This is best exemplified by Pictionary. I drew some examples.

My dad would look at this and say, “Marko Ramius.” HUH? That’s Sean Connery’s character inThe Hunt for Red October. Ok, sure, you can kinda get it after you think about it. But still, how does this happen?

“Key Lime Pie.”

At this point I’ll let you in on a secret – my mom cheats. This will upset her and I’ll hear about this later for saying this … but yes, mom, you cheat at Pictionary. Here’s how this one would happen.

“Is he famous?”
“Mmhmm.”
“MOM! You can’t answer questions!”
“What? I didn’t tell your dad he’s a President.”
“MOM!”
“Martin Van Buren?”
“Yep!!”

This is one of those where my mom would just keep circling the same thing over and over and drawing arrows to it. We’ve all done it. We draw something that we think is so obvious or we just can’t think of other clues and the only thing that comes to mind are more mind-numbingly-annoying-from-the-guessers-perspective arrows.

And yet …

“20,000 Leagues Under the Sea.”
“YEP! WE WIN!!!!”

Attn: Ellen (4/25/12)

Front


Back (apologies for my handwriting!)

The text of the postcard is

Dear Ellen,

Tough-day-at-the-office Panda gets it. Sometimes you just need to be held.

Unfortunately tough-day-at-the-office Panda refuses to be little spoon and frankly that’s a mistake.

Sincerely,
DumbFunnery.com

MS150 Predictions – Day 2

For day two there are two different routes. One is 77 miles, one is 66. The 76 mile one is supposedly prettier, but hilly. The 66 mile (I have been told) is windier. 

That’s how I picture hills going …

Now for day two predictions for what I’ll be thinking at various mile-markers …

Mile 1 – Oh gosh I am in pain. My sad, sad tushy.

Mile 2- Maybe I should’ve listened to those people who told me I should buy butt cream … but could I ever really buy that?

Mile 7 – Ok. Feeling better. A bit warmed up.

Mile 13 (for this I’ll assume Rainbow Speak and I will be stupid and do the hillier, more challenging ride) – AHHHHHHH!

Mile 14 – Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Mile 14.2 – AHHHHHHHHHH!

Mile 14.3 – Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow.

Mile 20 – What’s the perfect song to play when all you want to do is lay down, curl up in a ball, cry a little … oh and eat ice cream.

Mile 21 – Oh, duh, THIS SONG.

Mile 30 – I’ve biked over 100 miles! Holy cow! That’s … well … I don’t know what that is. Weird, I guess.

Mile 37 – Could I be any whiter? My name is Brad. I am biking a crapton of miles. I’m wearing a brightly colored jersey and I’ve said “neat!” at least ten times today.

Mile 44 – About thirty miles to go … come onnnnnnn.

Mile 51 – Oh man I am going to sleep so well on the bus ride home.

Mile 52 – Huh. Maybe I should’ve bought a nicer bike.

Mile 59 – Wait how did that child just pass me! That is upsetting. You’re two feet tall! You should be home playing video games you little jerk.

Mile 67 – Hi everyone, this is your captain speaking … on your left you can see some stupid trees and on your right some more hated trees. Oh and have I mentioned I’m SICK OF THIS.

Mile 71 – Is that some of downtown Austin or did a really cool shaped bug just die on my shades?

Mile 75 – Ooh that chick is hot.

Mile 77 – Well well well … I did it … Now someone please just take me to my couch.