In another effort to bond with the boys, I initiated a game night.
BOWIE: At what point will being friends with morons help me become a better person?
He gets sweeter everyday.
I thought maybe we could try out my favorite game--
Nothing helps you get inside someone's head like having them get you to guess the word--
BRODY: Pickle! It was pickle!
BOONE: Pickle? Are you insane?
BOONE: You don't put pickles on a meatball sub!
BRODY: I do!
BOONE: That's because you're a freak!
Things didn't go much better with the next team.
BYRON: Um...it's...when you're...uh...
BOWIE: SPEAK! WORDS!
BYRON: It's uh...a place where you...put...
BOWIE: Attics? Basements?
BOONE: What was it?
I felt bad when it was all over. After all, I'm sort of a hustler.
Plus, I had a good partner.
ME: If you like Nickelback you're a--
ME: Except for 'This Afternoon' which is actually--
ME: That last guy you dated was a--
ME: The shirt I'm wearing--
Hey, I had a good time.