Officially Off the Deep End…
In case you haven’t yet noticed, it’s the off-season and we’re bored. But these chicks know how to make our own fun. In fact, we paid another visit to the Saints’ website and made a fascinating discovery: The team’s roster includes a bevy of fun and dirty last names! We’re talking names like Bush, Johnson, and Gay…all on the same team. Our recent discovery inspired a wonderful new way to pass the time; the “Who Dat Name Game™”
Here’s how it works. You must find a way to create a logical story using each Saints player or coach’s last name. You can only use each last name once. Each name is worth one point. If you can manage to squeeze as least four last names in one sentence, you get double points for the sentence. The sentences must make sense and work in the context of the story. Or, you could screw the point system completely and focus on being as dirty as possible with the names you’ve been given. Below you’ll find our first edition (and we admittedly took the easiest, skankiest and most predictable way out…)
“Who Dat Name Game”: The Creepy Fairytale Edition
Once upon a time, a Young girl named Payton decided to sit by the Lake on the Green grass. Suddenly, she felt a strong Brees and out of nowhere appeared a strange man. He pointed to an object in his hand saying, “See this Branch. I’m about this big! I’d love to cover you in McKenzie’s doughnuts and Campbell’s soup, then stick my Johnson right into your Bush!”
How disgusting she thought to herself. How can I Craft a lie to get out of here. I’ve got it, she thought! “I’m Gay!” she exclaimed aloud. “Get your Bushrod away from me.” The man hung is head and replied, “I guess I won’t be Boykin you tonight…” And the strange pervert walked away, slowly Patten his crotch.
The End.
Point total: 23
Go ahead and create a story of your own. We’d love to read it. (Or at least be kind enough to mail us a vile of anthrax to put us out of our misery…)
Filed under: offseason boredom, who dat name game
rotflmao! that is hilarious.Too much brain power for me.
Professor Smith entered the class room and said, “today we are going to learn how to Craft a new Branch of a water pipeline out of raw Copper.” A student raised his hand, and said, “But, Prof, I thought we needed to improve our Grammatica this semester.” “Absolutely, not,” the professor cried, “you people are Young. You should be having fun with ,b>Weatherford systems and reading Tom Clancy novels. Let’s all Reis for the Pledge of Allegiance, then we’ll go to McAllister’s Deli for lunch and McKenzie’s for turtles.” Another student, raised her hand, “Hey Prof, Houser momndem doin’?”
Oh. My. God. I could do this all day.
I am sending a vile of anthrax… healing Bees.
Would you like to add a bottle of 3-1 Voodoo?
brilliant seester…just brilliant.
15 points.
@ jake: bring it on!