Why I have a blog...

There are two goals in mind for this blog:
1.In the style of Allie Brosh (hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com), I'm hoping that I can simply become famous before I graduate so I never have to decide on a real career.
2. Let's prove the "Six Degrees of Separation" theory right! If you like what I write, tell a friend, and have them tell a friend, until all the friends everywhere have been notified.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

The Keep a Straight Face Game

So, sometimes I just feel like we should invent games. It's a wonderful chance to be creative and have fun and stuff.

When I was a freshman in college my friend and I decided that it was completely fine to read porn while in public...as long no one knew what we were reading.

At the beginning of this game, you sit near each other- we generally sat across from each other. There was no reason for people to look at us, we were just two people looking at pictures of cats sitting on fruit or our neighbor's fugly baby that they won't stop pic-spamming.



But, we were most certainly not looking at adorable or generally stupid pictures and videos. No, we had embarrassing smutty stories on our screens.

The first encounter with such content generally brought on a reaction like this:



See, it's not that you're embarrassed at this point. You just weren't really expecting it- even knowing it would be there.

Fortunately, the other person is bound to run into the same thing.



You continue reading for a while, both probably getting absorbed into the story if it's any good. Then it happens, the story officially turns NC-17 and you generally remember you're in public.



This is where it gets tricky. Because at this point people are going to start noticing because you are STILL IN PUBLIC!

Even the douches who walk around listening to their iPods while talking on the phone and trying to check out a book or ask a question without stopping either of the prior actions are noticing something is going on.



That's when your Dumbass Facebook friend #36 who thinks you're BFFs because you hung out twice because a mutual friend promised booze comes up to make conversation.

You are so busted.



They're horrified. They can't even fathom why you would read such things- especially in public!

In fact, they probably dropped their $1,000 coffee from the campus coffee stand all over the carpet.



That's where you turn completely red and feel utter mortification.

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