Group stupidity
Dec. 27th, 2005 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sen_no_ongakuOracle: Sit in a circle with a group of (preferably) friends. Each person gets a writing implement and paper. Each person writes a question and passes it to the left. Everyone will receive a question, write an answer underneath that is (in)appropriate, fold the paper over so the next person can't see the original question, and pass to the left. Write a question underneath (in)appropriate to the answer, fold the paper over, and pass to the left. Repeat until done.
Were you looking for 49th Street East or West?
That's the dumbest pickup line I've ever heard.
Hey, baby, wanna have "sex" in the "butt"?
Have you found Jesus?
Yeah, the radio tracking collar's worked really well.
What sound does a cave-climber make when he falls 500 feet into a lake?
Wait, wait, I've got it. Sizzle.
Why did you shoot the monkey?
I'm sorry, I had a readied action.
Why the hell did you grab my ass?
See how she lays her hand upon her cheek! O that I were a glove upon her hand, that I might touch that cheek!
How can you tell Shakespeare weatched lesbian porn?
You spent a semester studying bardiches, ear spoons, halberds, and pikes?
At Miss Persham's Finishing School for Personal Hygeine and Polearms.
Where did you learn to apply mascara like that?
My father is Jackson Pollock.
What hell-demon spawned your wickedness, vile evildoer?
You Catholics are so hung up over the weirdest little things.
Do you love me, Mommy?
Timmy, you are in so much trouble. Now get out of that time machine this instant!
So Mom...remember that night in Paris?
What's with that shovel, and why aren't you wearing pants?
They went radioactive and I had to bury them under three feet of concrete.
What happened to your children?
Well, I ran out of spare drywall, and...
I, and my casting couch, will respect you tomorrow.
Will you or won't you get down on your knees and worship me?
If by that, you mean tearing you limb from limb and wooting over your sticky bones...then yes, yes, I will.
Will you be my friend?
Can I visit "Mr. Spaghetti" yet?
These rules for the new 'obesity aware' version of Candyland are confusing...
Based on the fact that you're horizontal, I'd say that it already has.
Hey Ma! How long until the Viagra kicks in?
Just wait until you can balance a textbook on it, dear.
Do you think my head is flat and very large?
Shut up and hold still. I'm out of folding chairs.
What are those fishnets doing on my wooden horse?
Even inanimate objects want to feel sexy sometimes.
What will I be able to do with my law degree?
You can make a hat, or a pterodactyl.
Since when do you get to tramp mud all over my clean floor?
Since I bought your damn floor.
Why did you punch that androgynous vagrant?
'Nad check.
Why is your hand down my pants?
Arr, is that where it be? I'll take it back now, matey.
Were you looking for 49th Street East or West?
That's the dumbest pickup line I've ever heard.
Hey, baby, wanna have "sex" in the "butt"?
Have you found Jesus?
Yeah, the radio tracking collar's worked really well.
What sound does a cave-climber make when he falls 500 feet into a lake?
Wait, wait, I've got it. Sizzle.
Why did you shoot the monkey?
I'm sorry, I had a readied action.
Why the hell did you grab my ass?
See how she lays her hand upon her cheek! O that I were a glove upon her hand, that I might touch that cheek!
How can you tell Shakespeare weatched lesbian porn?
You spent a semester studying bardiches, ear spoons, halberds, and pikes?
At Miss Persham's Finishing School for Personal Hygeine and Polearms.
Where did you learn to apply mascara like that?
My father is Jackson Pollock.
What hell-demon spawned your wickedness, vile evildoer?
You Catholics are so hung up over the weirdest little things.
Do you love me, Mommy?
Timmy, you are in so much trouble. Now get out of that time machine this instant!
So Mom...remember that night in Paris?
What's with that shovel, and why aren't you wearing pants?
They went radioactive and I had to bury them under three feet of concrete.
What happened to your children?
Well, I ran out of spare drywall, and...
I, and my casting couch, will respect you tomorrow.
Will you or won't you get down on your knees and worship me?
If by that, you mean tearing you limb from limb and wooting over your sticky bones...then yes, yes, I will.
Will you be my friend?
Can I visit "Mr. Spaghetti" yet?
These rules for the new 'obesity aware' version of Candyland are confusing...
Based on the fact that you're horizontal, I'd say that it already has.
Hey Ma! How long until the Viagra kicks in?
Just wait until you can balance a textbook on it, dear.
Do you think my head is flat and very large?
Shut up and hold still. I'm out of folding chairs.
What are those fishnets doing on my wooden horse?
Even inanimate objects want to feel sexy sometimes.
What will I be able to do with my law degree?
You can make a hat, or a pterodactyl.
Since when do you get to tramp mud all over my clean floor?
Since I bought your damn floor.
Why did you punch that androgynous vagrant?
'Nad check.
Why is your hand down my pants?
Arr, is that where it be? I'll take it back now, matey.
