Man, oh man, I hate it when I remember stuff.

I think everybody has some stuff that has happened to them that they would like to forget. I’m finding through my writing that I am drudging up old memories left and right that I would just as soon rather forget.

It seems like it just takes the simplest little thing to jog my memory and bring my past into my present.

So there’s a new movie out-a documentary of sorts-called “The Aristocrats”. The jist of the film is there is a joke that goes around the inner circle of stand up comedians that starts the same, “A man and his family walk into a casting agent wanting him to see their family act” and ends with the same punch line, “The agent says, ‘wow, that’s quite an act, what do you call it? And the father says, The Aristocrats!’”.

While both the start and finish are the same, the middle changes from comic to comic-they tell each other their own version seeing who can have the sickest, most disgusting hilarious stuff making up the middle of the joke. The “joke” isn’t in the punch line; it’s in what the comedian comes up with for the filler.

So what did this make me think of? It brought up memories of a game that friends and I used to play in High School. It was a simple game called, “Least Amount of Money”.

The game went like this (and I encourage you to play along):

You ask your friends (?) what the “least amount of money” it would be for them to do some kind of sick or embarrassing act. Now the game wasn’t exactly getting someone to name a realistic price, (cost was usually in the millions and sometimes even in the fabled “gazillions”) but the actual creation of the act that you were asking them to do-see, you were trying to outdo everyone else in the game.

Shut up, we thought it was fun.

For instance, what would be the “least amount of money” for you to:

-eat a pie which included the ingredient, “1 cup of Ray’s unwashed pubic hair”?

-take a whiz on a dead frog in the middle of biology class?

-“have relations” with a turkey during Thanksgiving dinner while looking intently into your grandmothers eyes?

…Well, you get the point. So yeah, this game was all in good fun…until Amanda became a part of it.

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