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I should be wearing Abercrombie..

#24
DigMe said:
..so that my domination is quite apparent to female dogs.
Subtitled - Nerd Gets Over.

Last night one of my friends had a bunch of guys over for an organized game night where you have 4 teams and each person on your team is playing a different game at the same time and moving through a bracket. It was pretty funny because everyone had their mock testosterone-laden smack-talking on. The games were ping-pong, tabletop shuffleboard, foozball, darts, a game called "Hats Off" and a mystery game that no one could talk about. My teammates all had their strengths at the games involving dexterity. One guy scored 1000 pts on darts, another two did pretty well at doubles ping pong. And me? Well... I opted for the mystery game.

I was in luck.

Me and the first guy from the other team ascended the stairs to find a table with seats facing each other, a divider between them and a jambox tape player set up. At this point I did not yet feel the testosterone flowing but when I read the title of our contest that all changed: SPELLING COMPETITION. I knew the night would belong to me. I gave my opponent a crushing look and a wink that spoke death. I sat down at the yellow child's table in a seat made for a kindergartner, picked up my pen and started the tape player.

It started off easy with menagerie and mayonnaise. Is that the best you got, faceless spelling bee lady? As if sensing my challenge, she brought it up a notch with duodenum and perspicacious. Child's play. Then she brought the hammer down. "Zebu?" What the hell's a zebu? Turns out it's some kind of ox. Zebu tripped me up. I could almost hear the smug satisfaction in the tinny, faceless voice eminating from the cheap, plastic boombox. After that, though, it was all downhill. We finished up our words and gave it to the other for grading. It was a crushing defeat. My brain was rippling beneath my scalp as the warm feeling of victory known as adrenaline flowed through my veins. I returned my opponent's "X" covered paper with a silent smirk that spoke louder than the yelling at the ping pong table below. "Nice spelling, Cupcake," I wanted to say to him, but I knew that would be crass and over the top. "Nice spelling, Cupcake," I said to him.

I took my paper and returned to the first floor.

Unfortunately, despite having an untouchable spelling score for the night, my enormous brain wasn't sufficient to carry the team alone and we got last place. Our prize for last place? Tiarras <sic>. Yes!

brad cook
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A zebu is an ox-like creature with a hump and dulap.

*points finger at zebu flash card* Hump, and dulap.
 
#26
DigMe said:
..so that my domination is quite apparent to female dogs.
Subtitled - Nerd Gets Over.

Last night one of my friends had a bunch of guys over for an organized game night where you have 4 teams and each person on your team is playing a different game at the same time and moving through a bracket. It was pretty funny because everyone had their mock testosterone-laden smack-talking on. The games were ping-pong, tabletop shuffleboard, foozball, darts, a game called "Hats Off" and a mystery game that no one could talk about. My teammates all had their strengths at the games involving dexterity. One guy scored 1000 pts on darts, another two did pretty well at doubles ping pong. And me? Well... I opted for the mystery game.

I was in luck.

Me and the first guy from the other team ascended the stairs to find a table with seats facing each other, a divider between them and a jambox tape player set up. At this point I did not yet feel the testosterone flowing but when I read the title of our contest that all changed: SPELLING COMPETITION. I knew the night would belong to me. I gave my opponent a crushing look and a wink that spoke death. I sat down at the yellow child's table in a seat made for a kindergartner, picked up my pen and started the tape player.

It started off easy with menagerie and mayonnaise. Is that the best you got, faceless spelling bee lady? As if sensing my challenge, she brought it up a notch with duodenum and perspicacious. Child's play. Then she brought the hammer down. "Zebu?" What the hell's a zebu? Turns out it's some kind of ox. Zebu tripped me up. I could almost hear the smug satisfaction in the tinny, faceless voice eminating from the cheap, plastic boombox. After that, though, it was all downhill. We finished up our words and gave it to the other for grading. It was a crushing defeat. My brain was rippling beneath my scalp as the warm feeling of victory known as adrenaline flowed through my veins. I returned my opponent's "X" covered paper with a silent smirk that spoke louder than the yelling at the ping pong table below. "Nice spelling, Cupcake," I wanted to say to him, but I knew that would be crass and over the top. "Nice spelling, Cupcake," I said to him.

I took my paper and returned to the first floor.

Unfortunately, despite having an untouchable spelling score for the night, my enormous brain wasn't sufficient to carry the team alone and we got last place. Our prize for last place? Tiarras <sic>. Yes!

brad cook
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Blisshead said:
Incredible.
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+1

Good story!

May I say that your writing style is frightenly similar to the legendary Qintar! :ninja: :hiding:

Incredible!
 
#27
My 7-year-old daughter misspelled a word once. I punished her with no TV for a week. I got really nervous the other day when my wife started giving her words to spell like "legislative", "judicial" and "congressional." I just hate punishing my daughter. She got them right, praise god (whatever you perceive it to be).
 

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