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the party (joey, sam, robyn, tim, hanson, forsythe, prouters, rance & deanna) and i all played a game called MAD GAB to up our spirits a bit during the game on sunday. the game is a box of cards with (often, but not always) recognizable phrases that are chopped up into different words that when put together, then resemble the real phrase. (the title of this post would be "Grossman sucks dick".) you repeat the words over and over again, and eventually, the words begin to sound like the recognizable phrase. or sometimes, to the person saying them they don't - but to everyone else in the room, they do.

this results in a lot of good-spirited but sort of mean laughing.

ryder was stuck on one for a long time that was "the curse of the vampire". from the moment he read it, he had no idea what it was, but all 9 of the rest of us did. this led to a lot of leading clues, like, say it with a scary voice!, to which he responded with the most transyvanian accent you've ever heard in your life, but still didn't get it.

the moment where all of us truly lost if was on forsythe's run with this:
pa pie these ail herman

Forsythe: Pa pie these ail herman
Sam: Okay, sounds good.
Forsythe: Pop pie the sail herman
Sam: Super close. Do you hear it?
Forsythe: No. Pop eye the sail herman.
Joey: Nothing?
Forsythe: Pop eye the sail erman.
Deanna: (cackling)
Forsythe: what the fuck, you guys? Pop eye the sail orman.
Joey: Say it like Popeye the sailorman would.
Forsythe: Ugh-ugh-ugh! Pa pie these sail herman!
Joey: REALLY?

three people thought they might pee their pants, so shortly thereafter, we had to stop.