There is no way
-- EVER --
that you could pay me to play.
There was howling.
Lots of "OH NO, I got the vomit jelly bean."
Lawn clippings or key lime pie?
We kept the back door unlocked
in case barfing happened.
Aunt Sarah won the cool aunt/mom award.
None of the rest of the adults in the house would join in.
You just could not pay me enough.
Dead fish anyone?
Sammy - the youngest of the bunch -
The kid has a stomach of steal.
This game just simply did.NOT.phase.him.
Not one little bit.
The rest of us dry heaved as he proudly popped
a bunch of the worst jelly beans in his mouth.
All at the same time.
Jesus take the wheel.
I finally had to walk away.
Step away from the game.
we can say we've
played Bean Boozled.
And by "we,"
I really mean,