Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Slang

Every culture has their own slang. Me and my friends are not exceptions to this rule. Just like anyone else, we use slang on an everyday basis. 


ABS!!!: One of the many hallway games we play. If you get absed you have to run in the opposite direction of the person the who absed you until you hit a solid object.

The Crazies: My dad's side of the family. (see MAC and MAM)

Hedgedog: combination hedgehog and dog (what Spyke is known as)

Laptag: One of the most intense games we play. A cross between wrestling, running for your life and tag. Has the highest injury rate of all the games we play. Only one of our games not played in school.

The Letter Game: One letter is chosen and you are not allowed to use the letter in conversation. If you slip up and use this letter you will be slugged violently in the arm by each of the other participants.


MAC: Simply means Mad Aunt C- (I won't say her actual name, but feel free to  fill in the blank with any C name of your choice.) My dad's oldest sister.

MAM: simply means Mad Aunt M- (I won't say her actual name, but feel free to fill in the blank with the M name of your choice) One of my dad's older sisters. There is no worse insult in my family than being compared to her.

Soccer Carton: A spin off of volley carton. Often played in the school hallway between the Drama workshop and the auditorium. Same rules apply as soccer. Except not even goalies use their hands. Usually played after lunch during passing period.

Tote Kinder: A sport created by Spyke, Watson, Veg and I. (those are my three closest guy friends and yes they are actual people not animals, toys or food). Created during CSAP week at school, it is one of the most intense passing period sports ever created. You attack each others feet trying to either knock them over or remove their shoe using only your feet.

Vamgo: A vampire gopher

Volley Carton: Our favorite lunch time game. Using someone's (usually mine) empty milk carton we will bop it around the air trying to keep it from hitting the ground.

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