Today’s boobday is a great look at Charmer’s, well, assets.
Well, we’ve finished up the latest 2 week game stint. This was a game based in a roll of the die. A single die, a single roll. The value it returns determines what’s going to happen, from a task to “pampering” to O’s to edging to setting a window for an O for me.
You know that saying, “Sometimes you’re the bug, sometimes you’re the windshield” – well, we’ve just experienced that with the latest rendition of Charmer’s games.
This time, it was with a supermarket Monopoly game… But, of course, it has to have a twist.
And the winner is….
No, seriously? You’re still reading to find out? Puhleaze.
We all know the naked truth here. We know how the game is put together… always.
Some background – the game used trivial pursuit tiles (2 of each color) and a die. I rolled the die and the number represented the question (1 through 6) on the card that I had to answer.
So in this round, I found out all sorts of things. Things about Howard Cosell, movies, geography. It was lovely! See… I found out these things and learned them because I had no earthly idea about most of them before I started. I mean, come on.
SO, if I missed a question, it was a task of her choosing. Sometimes she’d let me try again, with an unknown cost. I had to say whether I wanted to try again before I’d know the cost. What could possibly go wrong?
If I got it right, I could try again. BUT, if I did elect to move forward, if I missed the question, I also lost any other tile earned that day.
If I got all the tiles in the allotted time, there’s a huge reward for me. For us. Definitely worth nearly any risk of tasks or cost of guesses, etc.
I nailed it. You’ll see more about that in just a bit. But… BOOYAH!
So I certainly had my fill of tasks. These included things like massages for her, wearing a plug, a lot of writing posts for the site (stories, this post, etc.). The thing that I most dreaded were the hidden costs. Sometimes it was leg massage type things, at one point it was a certain number of O’s for her, etc.
But the hardest one of all – the cost to try for another tile on the very last night – was evil incarnate and something that just flat puts you in your place and realize just how little control I have after all this time.
She set a timer.
“You cannot stop me unless you want to stop the chance to get another question. You may not cum. You may not ruin. IF you make it 5 minutes, you get another question to try to earn a tile. If you do not, you don’t. If you break the first part of these rules, you get punishment.”
No problem. I got this. I can last 5 lousy minutes, right? I mean, you’re sitting there, right now as you read this thinking “oh, COME ON! That’s easy! She let him off so damn easy!”
Well, sure. When I have some management of stuff. But she was running the show. Suffice to say that it’s extremely frustrating how quickly someone can get you to crying uncle when they set out to do just that.
So I was treated to that giggle. Her being so amused with the idea that I thought I could best it.
So, yeah. I lost. I got 4 tiles. I worked hard for those tiles, but man. To the person that invented trivia as a thing, they can go straight to, well, yeah.
So there you have it. Phase II. In the books. And now I get to pay the penance on this one. It’s awesome though. This post and full body massage for her. SCORE!
My task was to document some of Charmer’s handiwork, because, ya know, I missed a question on trivial pursuit… again. This is about 20% of the artwork.
This post doubles as our Feb Photo Fest 2018 post for today.
I don’t know that I’ll ever understand the fascination with someone watching someone else edge for them. There’s an exhibitionist streak, there’s a voyeur angle, there’s just the hotness of it. But it seems nearly universal.
This was from day 1 of paying my penalty for last game – you may recall I lost. And, of course, my missing the question (you must think me a trivia ignorant fool, you’d be right) caused the task of using this picture as a post. Ugh.
Short story: I lost.
Longer version: I lost badly.
If you know me. At all. You know I’m not an exhibitionist by any stretch of the imagination. So, of course, when I continually biff the game that is going on at the moment, she decides that’s the button she’ll be pushing.
So, here, as a result of a required task, is commando-snake. In a matter of speaking.
After the day is done, we are starting to wind down, or so I think, and you tell me it’s time to head back and get the cuffs and remove my cage. I look at you with an odd look on my face. The way you say it makes it seem like there’s an appointment or something along those lines. If there is, I’m missing it. I am, however, not complaining.