I want to play a game...  

rm_Bonerazor 39M
19 posts
6/16/2006 8:54 pm

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I want to play a game...

Hello reader,

You don't know me but...I know you. In what could loosely be called your life, you've been in hiding. Hiding from responsibility, hiding from discipline, and hiding behind that monitor; relentlessly blogging in the safety of your own home. Right now, a slow acting poison is coursing through your veins, for which only I have the antidote. I want to play a game. I want you to make a choice. Will you blog to save your life? You must blog for 48 hours straight; no rest, no food, no water, no bathroom break, and no sex. If you can do this I will provide you with the antidote you seek, but the irony is why save a life thrown away to blogging? Let the game begin...

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Now that I've set the stage, I'm sure there are some SAW fans out there. Everyone has someone that they'd really like to do something really horrible to. We've all thought about it, in great detail, as to what we'd do if we could. What kind of "game" would you play with your enemy if you could?


swooness 36F

6/17/2006 7:47 am

how sadistic

Simply insert the antidote inside his wee-wee and give him a serrated knife with 10 inch blade


rm_Bonerazor 39M

6/17/2006 9:59 pm

    Quoting swooness:
    how sadistic

    Simply insert the antidote inside his wee-wee and give him a serrated knife with 10 inch blade
Well we now know you're enemy is male, ex-boyfriend perhaps?


rm_Bonerazor 39M

6/19/2006 8:16 pm

    Quoting rm_kylegl2814:
    i've been thinking about this for a few days. it just occurred to me that i don't have an arch enemy. gonna have to work on that. i've always been more likely to humiliate someone in a very public way if they have done me wrong.
    i'm going to have to write about one later that really stands out. but even forcing myself to think about it... the worst i could come up with is an old long-term girlfriend who had to make a giant issue out of every little thing. and the only thing i could think to torture her with would be forcing her to depend on someone else for everything and having it go slightly wrong. her sandwich that she ordered with swiss cheese came with cheddar, etc.. then instead of bitching about it, she has to read aloud from "Don't Sweat the Small Stuff" or a bomb will blow up. even that sounds lame. but it wouldn't if you ever had to ride in a car with her complaining for two hours because i ordered that this way and it came that way. and it was always your fault... no? well, i have to go out and make a real enemy!
Since she's a perfectionist, I'd say she'd make a great drive-thru order girl at the local McDonalds. She's probably commit suicide by fry greaser by the end of the first day.


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