This weekend, we had Scillius Maximus over for a game night. I love game nights. Game nights are totally SKULL. (And skulls = awesome, just in case you missed that.) But this weekend's game night reminded me of the most uncomfortable experience I have ever had, and I'm going to compound the discomfort by telling you all about it.
Freud would have a field day.
So here's the deal. Slayer and I were at my mom's house shortly after the Batson was born, and we'd brought along a new board game called ZINGERS. As far as I can tell, they don't make this game anymore, which is a pity. The concept's pretty simple: one person is the judge, and they randomly pick cards with a person and a situation. Everyone else has a bunch of cards with one liners, and they pick the funniest zinger for the situation.
For example, I might be the judge, and I'd pick Michael Jackson, and the situation: "You are shopping with _____, and he/she realizes their wallet is missing. He/she turns to you and says..." And you have to come up with the best one-liner for the situation from whatever you've got in your hand. If you've ever played APPLES TO APPLES, it's the same general idea, only with witty one liners.
With me so far? This is a long setup, but the humiliation is ohsoworthit.
So we were playing Zingers with my mom and her boyfriend, and I was the judge. And I ended up with THIS HORRIFYING CARD COMBO: "You're in the basement watching an adult film with YOUR MOM, and it turns out that she's in the movie! She turns to you and says..."
And I had to read this out loud. I know for a fact that my entire face was beat red, including my ears. Mom wasn't much better. But it got worse when my lovely husband played the following one-liner:
TASTES LIKE CHICKEN.
I'm still traumatized.