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Silly games you play with your SO
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In addition to horrible faces, I've noticed us making farting noises at each other, seeing who can get the loudest. Also sometimes we'll pretend like we're about to kiss the other but instead just blow a raspberry on them. (Not really a raspberry, but similar, whatever they're called, if anything.)
We are the most mature of adults, I tell you. (Not.)
Is it cold in here?:
--- Quote from: Carl-E on 14 Mar 2012, 20:42 ---Do you ever alliterate other activities?
"May I fondle you in Philly?
--- End quote ---
Oh, absolutely. "May I irritate you on the Irrawaddy?" "May I massage you in Maastricht?"
EDIT: One object of the game is to get as much as possible in common between the two words, as in "May I romance you in Romania?" or "May I pollinate you in Polynesia?".
kajiura fan:
--- Quote from: Linds on 15 Mar 2012, 19:54 ---In addition to horrible faces, I've noticed us making farting noises at each other, seeing who can get the loudest. Also sometimes we'll pretend like we're about to kiss the other but instead just blow a raspberry on them. (Not really a raspberry, but similar, whatever they're called, if anything.)
We are the most mature of adults, I tell you. (Not.)
--- End quote ---
Have you ever tried to kiss each other with the fish lips? Or made fish lips at the last second?
I don't play games with my boyfriend unless you count "See how long it takes to make him 'fight' back" when I tickle him at inappropriate times. He has less patience with me when he isn't playing Battlefield 3 which I found surprising the first time I did it.
Stryc9Fuego:
While we're talking, My wife will occasionally say something that matches a song lyric, and I will sing the sentence back to her, making her remember the song and get it stuck in her head.
She HATES THIS.
It is delicious.
:-D
Carl-E:
Whenever my wife asks me to make her something, I say "Poof!".
She gets irate...
The joke this refers to, which was told to each of us as children by our respective Jewish grandfathers (imagine a wheezy old man's voice with a heavy Yiddish accent);
--- Quote ---Saul owned a delicatessen, and worked hard there every day. One day, he's cleaning the return bottles, and rubbing one dry, a genie pops out. "Saul" he says, "I'll give you three wishes."
"Well," says Saul, "I'd like to not have to worry about money so much anymore - how about a million dollars?"
The genie says, "Poof! There's a million dollars."
Saul looks at the pile of money and says, "Great! You know, I've been working here 20 years, and never had a vacation. I'd really like to take a trip to the Bahamas."
"Poof! One trip to the Bahamas!" and there are the plane tickets, in Saul's shirt pocket.
"Fantastic!" says Saul. "One thing, though - I need to find someone to watch the deli while I'm gone."
The genie says, "Oh, I can do that for you."
Saul looks at him skeptically and says, "Really? And what do you know about running a deli?"
The genie says, "Try me - order anything."
Saul says, "OK, make me a malted."
And the genie says...
"Poof! You're a malted!"
--- End quote ---
Actually, for the last several years I haven't even had to say "Poof!". She asks me to make her something, and I just smile.
Then she says, "Fuck you!"
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