PaSs tHe PiGs

A couple years ago, Mrs. Claus gave me a game called Pass The Pigs. As far as I was aware, nobody knew about this time. It's a very PG game unless (as Mrs. Claus suggested) you make it a drinking game. As it turns out, I'm not the only one who owns this game. Recently, I've gotten into some very heated battles. I mean, who thought tossing a few rubber pigs could be so intense. Razorback. Trotter. Snouter. DOUBLE.....LEANING.....JOWLER!!!!

nEEd i SaY MoRe?

Ahhh....those golden arches. Why do they always make me feel so warm and fuzzy?

• In college, my roommate and I would drive to McDonalds at least once a day during Monopoly season and buy a "big coke." One night at the bar, this guy comes up to my roommate and asks where her friend is. "My friend?" she responded. He goes, "Yeah, I always see you guys driving around campus with your big cokes." True story.
• Post college, a different roommate and I decided we were super hungover and needed McDonalds. It was a nice day so we decided to walk there. Why I'll never know. We probably walked 2.5 miles each way in the hot sun, super hungover, just so we could get our MccyDs.
• I have been known to wait in the parking lot waiting for them to open.
• I have been known to wait in the parking lot waiting for them to transition from breakfast to lunch.
• I have gift cards to McDonalds.
  

The stories could go on and on. I love that no matter where I am, I can always count on someone to like it just as much as I do.