Drunk Taboo

Thursday, June 14, 2007


Yesterday I was building a house for Dora with the Timber Tumble set that Phil bought. (It's a Jenga knockoff). But it's completely worthless as Jenga because the pieces don't even line up. So while I was building Dora's house, John mentioned how he used to love to play with Lincoln Logs when he was a kid. John, Nena, Phil, and I went to Target to look for Lincoln Logs, batteries for the Game Cube controllers, food for John, and beer for everyone.

Here is a close up of Dora in her house

Unfortunately Target doesn't sell Lincoln Logs (thankfully, they still sell beer!) We did notice that Dora has a lot of products out now, though, including a train set, slip 'n slide. There was also a vibrating Elmo chair. I should have taken a picture of it.

Because there weren't any Lincoln Logs, we had to find something else that would be fun and that we could make a drinking game out of. So I bought Taboo! John bought ground beef to make hamburgers. When we got home, he started on the hamburgers while I sliced the vegetables: tomato, onion, and what was supposed to be lettuce but turned out to be ... CABBAGE! Then I made John taste it, because I knew he wouldn't like it, and he spit it out right away. But that's what he gets for buying cabbage. Lettuce and cabbage are not interchangeable.

After a few rounds of Mario Kart co-op to get everyone mad at each other, we decided to play Drunk Taboo. Here are the rules in case you want to play

DRUNK TABOO
1 drink:

• Someone accidentally says "Robbie" instead of "Bert" when Robbie is wearing his hat backwards
• Someone uses the word "blog"
• Someone gets buzzed at
• Someone named Jeff arrives

2 drinks:

• Food arrives
• John ruins the game (this happens more frequently than you'd think)

3 drinks:

• Someone drops or breaks something

Finish your drink if you can't even get one clue or if John tells someone off
Choose someone else to finish their drink if you get 4 or more clues

Not long after we started playing Drunk Taboo, I said something mean to Phil and he tried to kill me.

Oh and I can tell you where the title of my blog comes from. An increasingly drunk and caffeinated John, usually after saying something silly or weird (especially if taken out of context), said to me "You're not going to put that on your BLOG, are you?" And then I would take a picture and assure him that, yes, I would be putting it on my blog.

Some examples of things John said that he doesn't want me to blog about:
"I don't care what you stick up my butt."
"I'm every gay guy's role model."
"I slept with my sister all the time."
"We can get a dog, but only if I get to name it."

Hopefully from this picture, you can see how intoxicated John was.
I built another house for Dora, so I'll put up pictures of it soon. Feel free to make suggestions about what else I should make for Dora, and let me know where I can find Lincoln Logs.

I'm excited about getting a dog.

And just for fun, here's a picture of John from today. I think he had a rough night.

John: I should have named my blog "What I put up my butt today"
Mike: Yeah, and then you could take pictures!
Robbie: That's terrible! Nobody wants to see pictures of that, you sick fuck!
Mike: I meant pictures of the objects, not of him doing it, you sick fuck!