I decided we needed another game so heres one that usually can get some laughs at late night gatherings. (even tho it usually ends up with alot of personal cut-downs and inside jokes o_O)
One person starts with a word and you go around and say the first word or phrase or sentence or whatever that jumps into your head.
Ex:
Dog
Cat
Housetraining
Home is where the heart is
(of course real responses would be much wittier)
Try to type as fast (without overdoing the rate limit) as you can after seeing the last word in order not to let your mind wonder.
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
What if you pick apart the logic and begin to poke the holes? What if the crown of thorns is no more then folklore that must be told and retold?
You’ve been running as fast as you can. You’ve been looking for a place you can land so long, but what if you’re wrong?
What if you jump?
And just close your eyes?
What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?
What if God’s more than enough? What if it’s love?
- Nichole Nordeman
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
And why are you anxious about what to wear? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin. And yet I say to you, that even Solomon in all his glory is not arrayed like one of these. - Matthew 6:28-29
One person starts with a word and you go around and say the first word or phrase or sentence or whatever that jumps into your head.
Ex:
Dog
Cat
Housetraining
Home is where the heart is
(of course real responses would be much wittier)
Try to type as fast (without overdoing the rate limit) as you can after seeing the last word in order not to let your mind wonder.
I'll start with:
Caedes (:p)