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As per my annotation on The Secret Holiday Suffix Club, this is a game I used to play with my mate to make the conversation more interesting.
Basically, at any point in the conversation where appropriate, you would slip in a song lyric excerpt. If the other person spotted it then they had to follow
with the next line - if not, the originator shouts 'Bong!' and scores one point up for themselves.
We used to play it for pints so that whenever we went out, the one who was down had to buy that many pints before the rounds evened out again.
I suggest that we start doing this on the half-bakery, especially if we get into a particularly long and tiresome rant-fest. Obviously we'll have to forego the pints, but suggest you slip in a song lyric, ans see if another half-baker picks it up in their next annotation. They shouldn't point out the song - just follow up the line.
You can bong someone if noone spots it after a few posts.
Well, it might be entertaining...
(?) Secret Comedy Suffix Club
http://www.halfbake...edy_20Suffix_20Club
Bong post [goff, Jul 10 2001, last modified Oct 17 2004]
Almost this game spontaneously
http://www.halfbake...rodinger_27s_20Soup
[goff, Jul 10 2001, last modified Oct 17 2004]
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Well, I woke up this morning, and the first idea I read was this one. |
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Got yourself a gun, lewisgirl? |
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you were *always* on my mind, waugsqueke |
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//especially if we get into a particularly long and tiresome rant-fest// can we fill up 'gun control' with this then? it might distract the eye from the beretta boy.
waugs, the Saw Doctors? "and when she'd go up to confession I'd kneel down there and watch her pass... the glory of her ass." |
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...but i had to kill her. |
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i don't know how well this will work. after all, in the absence of actual voices which one can use to add inflection to statements, it could get really difficult to weed out song lyrics from regular posts. |
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But you know waug, I can still remember how that music
used to make me smile. |
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[I'm with mihali... I find this very confusing, trying to figure
out which words are meant to be lyrics, and which song
the alleged lyrics are supposed to match up with] |
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Hmmmm - nearly. Was kind of thinking it might happen in the normal run of things on other subjects too. mihali, i guess withou the voices, it'll just be that bit harder to pick it up.
I think that subtlety is the key...(and no, that's not a song lyric) |
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Beware of the Bong. It creeps and leaps... |
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Look, that's way too complicated for rmutt, and he's not even high. Howabout a variation on the old "Bob Newhart" drinking game? Something like 1/2 hit for a PeterSealy "Baked" annotation, one hit for an rmutt physics flame, one hit all around for an idea involving explosions, and finish the bowl for a Vernon idea (perhaps by the end you can understand it). |
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Have to admit, though, it'd make Vernon's fifteen screen ideas readable...or at least looked-forward-to. |
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Ripping to the sound of the beat. |
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Queeeeen, <something here I never understand>,
Dynamite with a laser beam,
Guaranteed |
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thank you!
my tea's gone cold. |
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how about 1 shot per page of vernon... in the long run you get to drink even more... that processor idea of his could realy start to get interesting... also if some other conditions are met(pedantry maybe) you have to eat a bowl of custard... |
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[UnaBubba & Potatostew] Like the narrative, but whatever this song is, it isn't another one bites the dust!
Second verse:
Are you ready, hey, are you ready for this?
Are you hangin' on the edge of your seat?
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat - yeah
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Another one bites the dust....
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or last verse:
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating to the sound of the beat
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Another one bites the dust...
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