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Bookworm snickered at the fond memories of a birthday party from her childhood.
She caught sight of her book.
And the idea struck.
Her lips stretched towards a?GRIN.
~*~
The proud man scowled and crossed his arms in front of him.
?No.?
The sandy-haired woman frowned.
?Yes, you will.?
The man childishly stomped his foot.
?I won?t do it.?
The woman stared at him thoughtfully, and then she smiled.
?Are you going against OUR order??
She gestured to the other women, who were now STARING at HIM.
The man?shriveled under the women?s STARES.
A blond man gave the reluctant participant an angry glare.
?Chang, get down here NOW!?
The other participants gave him their own versions of the angry glare. One of them even upped the wattage of his famous DEATH GLARE.
The Chinese man gave in and grudgingly went to the spot between the two blond men.
As he got into position, he grumbled.
?Remind me again why we are doing THIS??
His American comrade, who for once wasn?t his chirpy self, shot back the answer.
?For the KIDS.?
The Chinese man shot a glance toward the happy children, focusing on two dark-haired kids gazing at him like he was their hero.
He sighed.
?Maxwell, you better not have this on tape.?
The other participants froze.
They stared at each other.
Then they stared at the?women.
A couple of them were holding camcorders.
The Latin participant spoke up.
?I?ll confiscate the evidence.?
His best friend echoed that, eyeing his wife?err, the camcorder on the blonde?s hands with speculation.
?Duo and I?ll make sure that no evidences are left.?
The other Asian paused.
?No, I?ll edit it.?
His brother-in-law frowned at him.
?Why not just destroy it.?
The Japanese man was staring at his family, who was cheering for him.
The other participants followed his gaze and sighed.
?Gotcha on that.?
?Hey!?
The participants turned their attention to a petite woman, who was holding a whistle.
?Are you guys ready or what??
The participants grumbled and resumed their attention back on the game.
Each of them prayed that the humiliation will not be too huge of a burden.
The whistle blew.
And the participants began to swing their eggplant to make the eggs roll towards the finish line.
All the while, the Chinese man grumbled?
?Injustice!?
~*~
Bookworm snickered.
She held up the tape aptly titled BIRTHDAY GAME HUMILIATION.
?I?ll treasure this?ALWAYS.?
THE END
(Note: the game is basically having an eggplant tied with a string around the waist and the eggplant tied on the end of a string, resting down the middle and the bottom reaching the floor. Like a race, the participants line up and have to get the egg rolled towards the finish line using the eggplant. No hands, no feet, just the eggplant.)
Bookworm snickered at the fond memories of a birthday party from her childhood.
She caught sight of her book.
And the idea struck.
Her lips stretched towards a?GRIN.
~*~
The proud man scowled and crossed his arms in front of him.
?No.?
The sandy-haired woman frowned.
?Yes, you will.?
The man childishly stomped his foot.
?I won?t do it.?
The woman stared at him thoughtfully, and then she smiled.
?Are you going against OUR order??
She gestured to the other women, who were now STARING at HIM.
The man?shriveled under the women?s STARES.
A blond man gave the reluctant participant an angry glare.
?Chang, get down here NOW!?
The other participants gave him their own versions of the angry glare. One of them even upped the wattage of his famous DEATH GLARE.
The Chinese man gave in and grudgingly went to the spot between the two blond men.
As he got into position, he grumbled.
?Remind me again why we are doing THIS??
His American comrade, who for once wasn?t his chirpy self, shot back the answer.
?For the KIDS.?
The Chinese man shot a glance toward the happy children, focusing on two dark-haired kids gazing at him like he was their hero.
He sighed.
?Maxwell, you better not have this on tape.?
The other participants froze.
They stared at each other.
Then they stared at the?women.
A couple of them were holding camcorders.
The Latin participant spoke up.
?I?ll confiscate the evidence.?
His best friend echoed that, eyeing his wife?err, the camcorder on the blonde?s hands with speculation.
?Duo and I?ll make sure that no evidences are left.?
The other Asian paused.
?No, I?ll edit it.?
His brother-in-law frowned at him.
?Why not just destroy it.?
The Japanese man was staring at his family, who was cheering for him.
The other participants followed his gaze and sighed.
?Gotcha on that.?
?Hey!?
The participants turned their attention to a petite woman, who was holding a whistle.
?Are you guys ready or what??
The participants grumbled and resumed their attention back on the game.
Each of them prayed that the humiliation will not be too huge of a burden.
The whistle blew.
And the participants began to swing their eggplant to make the eggs roll towards the finish line.
All the while, the Chinese man grumbled?
?Injustice!?
~*~
Bookworm snickered.
She held up the tape aptly titled BIRTHDAY GAME HUMILIATION.
?I?ll treasure this?ALWAYS.?
THE END
(Note: the game is basically having an eggplant tied with a string around the waist and the eggplant tied on the end of a string, resting down the middle and the bottom reaching the floor. Like a race, the participants line up and have to get the egg rolled towards the finish line using the eggplant. No hands, no feet, just the eggplant.)
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(Note: the game is basically having an eggplant tied with a string around the waist and the eggplant tied on the end of a string, resting down the middle and the bottom reaching the floor. Like a race, the participants line up and have to get the egg rolled towards the finish line using the eggplant. No hands, no feet, just the eggplant.)
Oh my, Bookworm, that 'game' sounds bizarre I can't even start to explain... And yes, I have read your previous entries in this thread, they're still as amusing as ever!~Calla.
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How bizzare! But all the name of G-boy torture. <i>?I always know you?re about to say something very sweet or very stupid when you use my full name??</i>
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Well, this game was played in the PI. In fact, when I went there, my relatives had this other game. Which should be played by couples. But really, when I think of the eggplant game, I find it...disturbing. I mean...I'll just cut off now. Let me just say that as a child, I didn't think of it at all, but now that I'm older...
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I can picture them playing the game in my head - it's so darn funny! 
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I'll leave THAT to ur imagination.I can picture them playing the game in my head - it's so darn funny!
Oh um who won the race by the way?
*silence*
Well, right now I'll leave it at that, but who knows...I might continue this little thread in here.
I'm a lazy girl, and DARN PROUD OF IT.Now yes you lil lazy girl, go write us another amusing story!
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