thoughts on re-reading yesterdays blog

Have you ever played Strip Scrabble, by the way??
You just need a normal common-or-garden Scrabble set, a locked room, a willing and like-minded accomplice (preferably of the opposite sex) and some alcohol. You then play the game of Scrabble as God intended, but with a few Rory-inspired changes to the rules:

Rule 1 – every word placed on the board has to be sexual
Rule 2 – any word that isn’t obviously sexual has to be justified by being used by the player in a sexual context
Rule 3 – if you cannot go, or if your word is ruled invalid, you have to remove an item of clothing.
Rule 4 – when you have no clothing left to remove, you start being given forfeits by the other player.
Continue playing until things reach an obvious conclusion.

The best game I ever played was with a fresher called Samantha at uni. Her vocabulary disappeared after a second shot of Campari, and she was down to her sexy undies in an instant. We ended up having sex on a table, which she told me was her sexiest encounter ever (always a nice thing to hear as a 19-year-old overweight male) Then she sobered up and told me the truth (never a nice thing to hear at any time) But the memory of that game will stay with me forever.
The worst ever game was with Jana, a Polish cleaning lady that got me drunk at a party and tried to get my cock out at a bus stop. I found her about as attractive as a slugs arse, so bought myself some time by telling her ‘wait til we get back to my room, then we’ll play Strip Scrabble, and by the end of it we’ll both be so horny we’ll have the best sex ever had by an Englishman and a Polish girl in History’ We didn’t; but the memory of that game will stay with me forever. As will the smell from her underparts….

RC 9-1-09
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