It's all fun and ames until someone loses..........
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August 03, 2005
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their mind
Posted by: Marisa | August 03, 2005 at 07:11 PM
...his nose."
No good ever comes of a rousing game of "got your nose."
Posted by: Hillbilly Mom | August 03, 2005 at 07:16 PM
Their car.
Posted by: Peaches | August 03, 2005 at 07:33 PM
their sense of humor. or humour.
Posted by: tommy | August 03, 2005 at 07:38 PM
Virginity?
Posted by: Bob | August 03, 2005 at 07:58 PM
. (period)
Posted by: Salem Watchen | August 03, 2005 at 08:30 PM
a bet between a Denver Broncos and Oakland Raiders game.
Posted by: Curator | August 03, 2005 at 08:33 PM
. . . unless I'm the winner--then it's still fun and I don't care who loses.
Posted by: Phil | August 03, 2005 at 08:49 PM
...their friggin' temper. Then it's payback time--and payback is a bitch! (more or less quoted from Independence Day)
Posted by: Utenzi | August 03, 2005 at 08:55 PM
their temper....I hate sore losers.
Posted by: Plumkrazzee | August 03, 2005 at 09:05 PM
a wedding ring?
Posted by: Goldberry | August 03, 2005 at 10:30 PM
i gotta go with "their temper" too
did i ever mention the time my parents got kicked out of couples bowling league because my father started sending the balls down the lanes OVERHAND?
Posted by: monique | August 03, 2005 at 10:34 PM
...the grenade pin.
Posted by: david | August 03, 2005 at 10:39 PM
...track of the bottle of Extra Strength NAIR.
Posted by: Thumper | August 03, 2005 at 10:49 PM
his pants.
Posted by: annie | August 04, 2005 at 12:53 AM
. . . the car keys
Posted by: Mamacita | August 04, 2005 at 03:03 AM
the remote control
Posted by: megan | August 04, 2005 at 07:34 AM
their spouses' left kidney.
Posted by: Carl V. | August 04, 2005 at 07:35 AM
...her bra. Well, that still might be fun and games...
Posted by: Shannin | August 04, 2005 at 08:38 AM
Their sanity
Posted by: Michelle | August 04, 2005 at 09:49 AM
.
Posted by: Fluke Starbucker | August 04, 2005 at 10:54 AM
...the race to put the period on the end of the sentence.
*sigh* Next time I'll read the comments before I submit mine.
Posted by: Fluke Starbucker | August 04, 2005 at 10:56 AM
a contact. Then the real fun begins.
Posted by: Simon | August 04, 2005 at 11:23 AM
. . . their finger.
Posted by: trusty getto | August 04, 2005 at 11:35 AM
.
(So many sore losers in this world!)
Posted by: mean_girl | August 04, 2005 at 02:18 PM
... an eye. Of course! ;)
Posted by: Lily Bleu | August 04, 2005 at 03:03 PM
money!
Posted by: helena | August 04, 2005 at 03:43 PM
his marbles.
Posted by: christina | August 04, 2005 at 05:56 PM
a contact lens.
Posted by: Becky | August 04, 2005 at 06:17 PM
a diaphram
Posted by: fatty | August 05, 2005 at 03:26 AM