Look at me, damn, I’m Strip Poker.
Holy wow, I myself am a game of Nude Twister.
No way, man, let’s fight about it.
Move your body away from me or I am liable to come into contact with it.
Yikes! You totally twisted me up!
Why do you think I was given this name? I’m considered a party classic.
Well the hand of cards that I’m holding beats your hand of cards; therefore you must now remove an article of clothing.
I’m already as naked as the day when Milton Bradley gave birth to me in the woods. Now spin my spinner and strike a pose. Be careful not to soil my mat.
I feel intensely vulnerable.
NARRATION: This sure is a tangled-up situation between two fun games. The one that falls first will become the lifetime servant of its conqueror.
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