Quoth the raven, "Afrowhore."
2002-12-02 5:19 p.m.
Jaime and Amanda have invented the best game, ever. What you do is, you sit around with a friend or two, and have a normal conversation. Then, you randomly say the name of a movie or a book or a song title, but you substitute "Afrowhore" for one word. It sounds stupid, and it is, but it's the kind of stupid I like best. Jaime and Drew and I played for two whole hours on Saturday. Planet of the Afrowhores. Attack of the 50-Foot Afrowhore. Afrowhores Eating Gilbert Grape. Dr Strangelove, or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Afrowhore. Lord of the Afrowhores. (One Afrowhore to rule them all...) Portrait of the Artist as a Young Afrowhore. Interview With the Afrowhore. The best thing about Afrowhores is you can just slip them in anywhere. There's always room for Afrowhores.... Some people just don't get it. I tried explaning the joys of Afrowhore to D., and he thought I was a freak. But then Drew and I were both at Jake's last night, and inevitably started playing again, and everyone was immediately right there with us. 50 Ways to Leave Your Afrowhore. The Afrowhore Who Came to Dinner. The Afrowhores of Wrath. Tender is the Afrowhore. The Afrowhore is a Harsh Mistress. So Long, and Thanks for All the Afrowhores. Mamas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow up to be Afrowhores. Because Jaime is Jaime, she was talking about turning Afrowhore into a board game, with a spinny dial and many colored cards. I think I prefer the game in its purest form, though. Be warned. Once you start, it is impossible to stop. So I Married an Afrowhore. Seven Afrowhores for Seven Brothers. The Seven Habits of Highly Effective Afrowhores. A Clockwork Afrowhore. The Afrowhore went down to Georgia, she was lookin for a soul to steal. Even Afrowhores Get the Blues. I wish they all could be California Afrowhores. Dammit. Now I'm going to be doing this all day, AGAIN.
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