Braindead

Last night, what a night, ended with me passing out in my snuggly bed and having lopsided dreams. I was half-pissed, you see, resultant of a fantastic night with the gang playing board games.

Pictionary and Taboo.

Always a big hit with the kids. And it was. You have no idea how much fun those games can be when they're turned into drinking games. Hides and myself formed quite a formidable team, however, I'm sure ESP is classified as cheating...

Oh well. Ya get that.

We were then split up, to try and make the game a little more interesting. It was hard trying to get onto a different wavelength, but I did my best. My best efforts were obvious when we had to draw "Distract"

Ok... think like a bloke, Doyle. Like a bloke.

Draw a book. Thats work.
Ok. good.

Now, draw a great pair of tits. Thats the distraction.
Ok. Still with me. Very distracting.

Now draw the hapless person who's supposed to be doing work, but is getting distracted by the boobs.

Coots?

Coots, stop looking at the boobs and get back to playing Pictionary.

Coots?

Ah, fuckit.

My picture of 'distract' was too distracting. My efforts of "thinking like a bloke" were obviously sucessful....