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The "would it be...?" thread.
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| Domesticated |
Today I remembered a word game some friends and I used to play when we went camping as kids. I'm not sure whether we invented it or if someone else made it up, but the game consists of telling a ridiculous story (often unnecessarily long) and then at the end saying "would it be...?" and naming a word which relates to the story.
Example:
There once was a man named Con. After a hard day on the building site, he noticed his truck was dusty and decided to go and get it washed. Although it cost $20, he was pleased at the end because his truck was once again sparkly clean.
Would it be "construction"? (con's-truck-shone)
The other people would then precede to say whether they thought it "definitely would be", "probably would be", "probably wouldn't be" or "definitely wouldn't be". The voting isn't really necessary in this thread I suppose, but I'd be interested to see what some of you can think up. I used to know literally hundreds of "would it bes". You get extra credit if the story is incredibly convoluted and it takes a few minutes to work out what the hell the person is on about.p.s Sushipunk's 4 letter word thread sucks. This is much better. p.p.s. In before meat187 and "would it be thread?" |
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| Sushipunk |
Yeah, sorry man, this is way too much work for a forum game.
Though, the lack of response here may go towards furthering any points you may or may not make in your 'Concentration' thread :p |
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| Domesticated |
| quote: | Originally posted by Sushipunk
Yeah, sorry man, this is way too much work for a forum game.
Though, the lack of response here may go towards furthering any points you may or may not make in your 'Concentration' thread :p |
:mad:
It's really not that hard.
Frank was in the mood for some nookie so he grabbed $50 and went driving in Vegas. After a while he spotted a girl in a mini standing on the side of the road.
Would it be horizon? |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
| yeah, that sounds like more planning than a game of supreme commander. |
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| Domesticated |
One night Joe was making dinner and, rummaging around in the freezer, managed to find a lump of ice which he supposed was a bag of frozen peas. Just then the phone rang, and it was his friend asking him out to dinner, so he went. When he got home, he found the sodden lump had defrosted on the sink, and though there may have been peas in there before, they appeared to have been in the freezer too long. Instead of peas there was a rotten bag of stinking mush languishing on the sink.
Would it be Office XP? |
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| Sushipunk |
Domesticated was hungry. Due to the late hour, his normal girly rabbit-food was out of the question, and so he decided on some good old fashioned grease-ball goodness. Entering McDonalds, he stood in line, deciding on what to order.
Domesticated REALLY wanted the triple-Mc-yeah, but was informed that they had run out. Obviously not happy with this respose, he demanded to speak with the manager. The manager mentioned that they might have some extra stock left back in the kitchen, and invited Domesticated back to help him search. Alas, luck was not on Domesticated's side, for the manager was a psycho speed-freak, and as soon as they were both out of the view of the other patrons, he jammed a (mere) double-Mc-yeah down Domesticated's throat, and pushed him into the deep fryer.
Would it be infatuate? |
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| Domesticated |
:haha:
Definitely would be. |
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| Domesticated |
In the year 1906, there once was a dirty old beggar named Stan who lived on the side of the road. Little Billy was at the store with his charitable yet pompous father, who said:
"Billy, run up the road and ask that poor beggar if he would like some food."
"Yes sir," said Billy.
When Billy got to the beggar, he asked him if he would like something to eat, to which Stan replied:
"I don't like your father at all, Billy. Tell that pompous old prick to go himself!"
Would it be circumstances? |
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| pkcRAISTLIN |
rape rape rape, rape. rape. rape rape. rape. rape rape rape rape rape, rape rape. rape rape rape.
would it be stu's childhood? |
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| Sushipunk |
| quote: | Originally posted by pkcRAISTLIN
rape rape rape, rape. rape. rape rape. rape. rape rape rape rape rape, rape rape. rape rape rape.
would it be stu's childhood? |
It would, minus the punctuation. |
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| Sushipunk |
Allan and PKC had been friends since they were kids. Oddly though, even by age 30, neither of them had managed to lose their respective virginities.
Vexed by the idea, and motivated by the constant mockery of their internet peers, they decided to sort the problem out, once and for all. They made a bet that night, that each of them would have scored by 6am the following morning.
Allan was into the idea of joining up with some of his other 'more fortunate' friends on a drinking/pubbing/clubbing excursion, as his mates had told story upon story of their conquests. He urged PKC to join him, but was surprised at the response. "No thanks mate, I'll do fine."
Allan was curious. Exactly how could PKC hope to score, while sitting at home and playing Supreme Commander? He decided not to dwell on it, and readied himself for the night.
Poor Al. Things didn't go well for him at all. He spoke with, joked with, laughed with, and drank with many upon many a woman, but at the end of the night he saw his friends paired up and leaving the club with ladies, while he stood solo.
Depresion set in. With just enough money left for a cab fare, he set off back to find out if PKC had also lucked out.
Amazed, he found PKC exactly where he was. "You're still here, still gaming?" Al exlaimed. "I'm guessing you failed tonight, too".
PKC looked at his watch. 5:55am.
Would it be sexual? |
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