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I just lost the game!

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paradigmshifty
May. 19th, 2006 12:40 am (UTC)
What is this game that I keep seeing people lose?
halloranelder
May. 19th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
RULE 1: You are playing The Game.
RULE 2: Whenever you think about The Game, you lose.
RULE 3: Whenever you lose, you must tell everyone.

http://www.losethegame.com/
paradigmshifty
May. 19th, 2006 06:01 am (UTC)
Here's a picture of a bunny with a pancake on its head.
ozisim
May. 19th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
is that the game where you can't think about the game? - or another game entirely?
halloranelder
May. 19th, 2006 05:59 am (UTC)
Yes
ozisim
May. 19th, 2006 07:17 am (UTC)
ahh.
I saw someone lose the game last night in tinnies...
I didn't lose then, because I didn't understand what he was talking about. He said it would be safer that way.
please don't explain.
rantinan
May. 19th, 2006 04:01 am (UTC)
Can you play the game?
Choose one
a) Of course
b) absolutely
c) you gotta be kidding me right?
C) no way

I do not know if this game is the same game that you lost R J. But it is a fun game.
leadgend
May. 19th, 2006 05:24 am (UTC)
Did you look behind the couch? :)
omegamorningsta
May. 19th, 2006 05:55 am (UTC)
I hate you.

I was doing so well, too!!

*goes to post and spread the evil.*
halloranelder
May. 19th, 2006 06:00 am (UTC)
Who? Me? Never!

I'm sweet and innocent!
omegamorningsta
May. 19th, 2006 06:10 am (UTC)
Tell it to the Judge, sweetheart.. :-)
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