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July 27, 2006
Co-Ed Naked Dirty Hangman
Among the scarier realities of my little world is that some of the members of our little blogging community are also professional collagues of mine. Take Beav, for instance. We're work collagues who have legitimate cause to work together on occasion; we're also blog friends, and have become friends in real life. Since I have about a decade on her and have been navigating the corporate ladder waters for a while, we occasionally get into career development kind of discussions -- she once publicly referred to me as her "pseudo-mentor dude" (a higher compliment having never been paid?) -- and we take the occasional opportunity to get together to bond over food that's bad for us and snark about things.
Last night was one such occasion. Sure, we did talk careers for a little while, but it was also a chance to get together with a friend -- and since I have been about as socially interactive as a bear with an abscessed tooth lately, it was especially good to combine business with degenerate-ness. By the second dirty Grey Goose martini, we'd cast aside the talk about that silly work stuff and had gone on to much more amusing fare.
Like Dirty Hangman. On bar napkins.
We quickly discovered that the fun of the game is not seeing who can come up with the sickest, most Larry Flynt-worthy words or phrases -- although we both did indulge our inner juvenile to come up with some doozies. No, the true fun of dirty hangman is hearing the bizarre and inexplicable crap that comes out of people's mouths when they're trying to guess at dirty words and only have a couple letters as clues.
One of the milder examples (and about the only one I can share here): Ass Rack. I have no idea what an Ass Rack is, or how one would use it exactly. But at the time, it seemed a perfectly legitimate answer to what she'd drawn up, and I was confident I had it right. So, out came "ass rack" from my confused mouth... and half a second of stunned silence later, she just said, "what the hell is an ass rack?" I said, "I think it's that insurance company with the duck. You know: (mimicking duck's voice) Ass-Rack!" We both burst into hysterical schoolgirl giggle fits, and for the rest of the evening any time there was a lull in the conversation, one of us would spit out a ducky "Ass-rack!" and we'd start chortling all over again.
There weren't many lulls in the conversation; we managed to come up with all sorts of guesses of bizarre things that might not exist yet but probably should somewhere. None of them are things I can share on this blog, but trust me when I tell you that I haven't laughed that hard in a long while... I mean, I had Jack Nicholson-Joker-like noises eminating from me for a while there... sore-stomached, catch-your-breath, embarrass-the-neighbors kind of laughing. I think everyone should laugh that hard now and again. I think everyone should play dirty hangman every now and again. I think y'all ought to help us define just what the hell an ass-rack could be.
Thanks for the belly laughs and a perfectly immature evening, Beav. We gotta do that again some time.
Comments
AGHHHHHH! She's the dirty hangman queen!
The BEST part of dirty hangman is leaving the evidence of your debauchery strategically placed on the bar where innocent passersby will see the napkins.
LOVE DIRTY HANGMAN!
Posted by: Erika at July 27, 2006 09:23 AM
awesome.
So you're into career counseling and all it costs is Grey Goose and dirty hangman? Sign me up.
Posted by: Jill at July 27, 2006 10:56 AM
that's my thing, man. I intro'd Erika to it in the Boken and we would leave our hangman results displayed at the bar or table when were done and then we would get up and leave like a couple of butt slugs.
Posted by: thebeav at July 27, 2006 01:12 PM
