Because giving and receiving means someone's gonna get punched out.
you write a sentence. the jive cat to your left draws that sentence. next person down only gets your drawing to come up with a new sentence. and so on. like the world's funniest game of telephone. only more, uh, what-the-fuck-y. it's not even wtf. you end up wondering, fuck the what?
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Tuesday, February 8, 2011
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