Let’s Play a Game
While we’re waiting for the final pumpkin carving contest entries to come in, I thought we might amuse ourselves and help out a fellow Regresty reader at the same time.
My Dear Ms. Killer -
My friend’s birthday is in mid-November and I need some assistance with my gift plan.
Years ago we “invented” a game we call SailorTrouble. It involves drinking (naturally) and playing this game — with the added stipulation that every time you hit the Pop-O-Matic dice roller you must swear like a drunken sailor. It’s not as much fun as the sailor trouble we got up to when we were young, but it keeps us from wandering away from the house while the children are sleeping.
I found a portable version of the Trouble game, and I want to make a SailorTrouble rule booklet that includes several pages of swear words. Shouldn’t be a problem for a devoted Regretsian to come up with a cartload of of creative profanity, right?
WRONG. I have maybe 25 words, most of which I stole from Sam Cornwell videos. Do you think you could enlist your cabal of cunt flapping snot floggers to assist with this fuckery?
I am sincerely your devoted goat blower,
Well, this sounds like it’s right up your puckered alley!
Leave your most imaginative profanity in the comments. It doesn’t have to make sense, it just has to sound dirty. I have several fantastic prizes over here, and I will award them using an extremely complex set of criteria.*
Be creative! If I wanted to read run of the mill vulgarity, I’d look in the archives.
*You make me laugh