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Allow me to explain the rules of the Wine Mom game, a game my friends and I have started playing together at sleepovers and junk
Basically, we all pick generic suburban white mom names (Linda, Helen…) and then have a glass of a drink, wine glass optional, and actual wine optional (we’re all too young to drink but….) and go around in a circle of the group, where one mom makes a statement to the one next to them, that mom makes a reply without laughing and then makes a statement to the next mom and the game goes forward from that.
If you laugh then any moms affected will take a sip from their drink. Once a mom runs out of drink, they are out of the game.
You can say anything as absurd as possible as long as you are in character. For example…
Mom 1: Marsha, my husband has been collecting a bunch of… action figures.
Mom 2: Well, I’m sure he enjoys those big anime titties.
Send me your stories if you play this game. Or tag it as #winemomchallenge
Oh my god Drama club dude
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finally got around to ordering a new power cord for my keyboard piano
I see it got worse too. Constant tapping to try and open links, notifications not refreshing, posts disappearing from the dashboard.
Just why…
Who needs full functionality when we can link to our Facebook accounts and Twitter now!?
don’t forget the constant crashing!
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this whole “girls are great boys are bad” bs on this website is sickening
it ain’t equality if you’re shitting on half the goddamn population
if you 100% unironically say anything similar to that, i will assume you never matured past the age of five with this kindergarten bullshit.
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concept: me, sleeping without any obligation to wake up
A coma
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[Exit, pursued by a bear]
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i was on the train and 3 drunk girls saw me and said i had nice brown eyes so they sang “brown eyed girl” to me
I threw up at a frat party and I was crying in the bathroom and a drunk girl went upstairs to get me a shirt and came back with a sweater and a kitten.
At the last party I went to three drunk girls fishtail braided my hair by committee
a drunk girl drew an eye on the back of my hand and then patted it with satisfaction and whispered “count olaf”
once at a barbecue a drunk girl gave the surgical scar on my shoulder a butterfly kiss and said “you’re cured”
A drunk girl at a bar I was at became worried that I wasn’t getting enough nutrition and proceeded to hold peanuts to my lips and just keep saying “peanut peanut” until I would eat it. And after I allowed her to feed me a peanut she pet my hair and said “Thank you”.
Drunk girls, saving your life one wtf at a time.
one time a drunk girl started crying because she said she loved my eyebrows so much
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