Now I know I've been away from posting but I was too busy fighting the war on school uniforms. Which of course, I totally blame on the Middle East. (Damn you Iran and your imaginary WMDs!)
But back to the blood n' guts.
You know what would be fun? Extreme Tag. It's just like regular tag, BUT you play with Molotov Cocktails. Imagine throwing your projectile at a loved one and watching them burst into flames and shards of glass. Eyes balls dripping down their pant leg.......plastic tits blowing up in their face...... And then, if their head is still intact, they in return get to throw it back as well as using anything else ranging from grenades to explosive dildos!
We should have this activity for our next family reunion. Everyone is "it" except Sommer.
You forgot...you have to yell "YOUR IT!" when they burst into flames.
Posted by: Mickey Kaye | September 13, 2006 at 06:53 AM
thats because im a cynical little bastard child who refuses to play with the other children.
:)
Posted by: sommer | September 13, 2006 at 07:42 PM
Wait a second, which one of our family members has plastic tits?
Posted by: Ethan | September 14, 2006 at 01:39 PM
your mom...
Posted by: vt007 | July 05, 2010 at 05:39 AM