Random Has a New Name

In what game will you debate the number of people to whom you can give wedgies, nearly break a TV during a dazzling can-can routine, bark like a rabid dog, and shoot snot on people while humming the national anthem?

Quelfy quelfy quelf!

It's just Quelf.  The rest was my excitement.

I brought my favorite game to the Monahan's for college night, and Abby promptly hid it.  *shakes fist*  I eventually got her to confess its location, but had no luck convincing anyone to play, despite my best efforts. 

"Wow, this is a scintillating conversation!  You know what else I like?  Quelf."
"I'm so full from eating that brownie, which reminds me of how much I want to play Quelf."
"Quelf?"
"ANYONE WANT TO PLAY QUELF!?"

Thankfully, after I had given up all hope, Jake suggested, "Let's play Quelf."  Dear reader, I thought I might explode.  You know those moments when you are feeling VERY BIG EMOTIONS but don't want to show it?  That was me, trying to withhold my smile and act very calm and nonchalant.

"Do you--ahem, are you sure?  Quelf?  You want to play Quelf?"

I looked nervously around the room at faces that were grinning at my inability to keep my ecstasy in check.

"OKAY I'LL GO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE WANTS TO PLAY!"

And before they could protest, I flounced out of the room.  It was not one of my best moments.

But I do love Quelf.

The aforementioned hilarious events took place, and when it was all done, everyone was a huge fan of the game!  No wait, that's what happened in my head.  Everyone complained and mumbled on their way out, which was absurd because I heard them laughing.  They had a good time.  I fail to understand how people can have so much fun but never want to do it again.

Because the way I see it, it's a very good exchange to allow yourself to look like a fool and be laughed at for the chance to watch six other people look foolish and laugh at them.