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My dad and I used to have one called Thigh Shots. We would be horsing around and would get to a toe to toe stance and one of us would start this chant,"it's comin', oh it's comin' man". The object was to Charlie Horse the other one on the thigh. We would distract one another by Charlie Horsin' the other one on the arm. Can't tell you how many times I walked away from that game limping for a few minutes and both of us laughing hysterically.
My sister and I used to play Closer. That is where one of us would full body hug the other and not let the other one move until we were both laughing so much that neither one of us could move.
I used to antagonize my mom into chasing me around the house. Her goal was to make me never want to play that game again. She caught me when I was about 21, but I pinned her to the floor. She had a wooden spoon in her hand though. Popped me right in the center of my forehead and drew blood. I was a bit astonished, but all she could do was laugh.
Ah, memories. What do ya got?
My sister and I used to play Closer. That is where one of us would full body hug the other and not let the other one move until we were both laughing so much that neither one of us could move.
I used to antagonize my mom into chasing me around the house. Her goal was to make me never want to play that game again. She caught me when I was about 21, but I pinned her to the floor. She had a wooden spoon in her hand though. Popped me right in the center of my forehead and drew blood. I was a bit astonished, but all she could do was laugh.
Ah, memories. What do ya got?