Saturday, March 31, 2012

So...that's a thing.

Knucks...a game without purpose and yet also the bane of my existence.

Knucks is a game when, if you see someone who's hands are in a fist or are holding something and so their knuckles are raised, you bump fists with them. Bonus points if whatever they are holding flies out of their hands and hits them in the face.

As this was explained to me, I was innocently eating dinner, holding forks and spoons and burgers and all manner of things that could be counted as "fist-like behavior" that could get me hit by the rules of Knucks. So not only do I have to stick my fingers out, I have to watch others hold their sandwiches and forks with flat hands.  Naturally, this is amusing.

Amusing things don't go well with milk.

Shortly after sipping some milk, I notice a particularly tall guy, football/soccer physique, strong and good looking, holding his sandwich daintily with flat hands so that he won't get "knuck'ed".  I start laughing, then I start choking, then I start laughing because I'm choking, and then it all goes to hell because milk starts dribbling out my nose onto my friend eating near me (I'm bent over laughing and gasping at this point). I keep coughing  for the rest of the meal and all of my friends look at me weird.

And I got knucked 3 times.

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