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HOT DAMN # 12 — Cards Against Humanity


As a counterpoint to my usual cynical antics, I’ve committed myself to a weekly, year-long discussion of my life’s joys.  But, never one for the more traditional approaches, I intend to keep things a little off side, a tad outlandish, and always one foot outside of polite company.


This kind of goes without saying, but I’m going to say it anyway:

Cards Against Humanity, the “party game for horrible people,” is just the absolute best. And, yes, I realize that saying so is equivalent to declaring chocolate pudding delicious – a statement so obvious that anyone who doesn’t already know it or who disagrees with it is clearly a being of unknowable nefariousness. Still, I’m going to say it.

Daniel Radcliffe wins every time.

Daniel Radcliffe wins every time.

If there is a game that is the holy personification of everything that is just amazingly outlandish and profane, not to mention randomly inventive, Cards Against Humanity is it.

Let me qualify the above by reminding all of you, dear friends, that I generally despise games, board games most of all. If there is one way to ensure my forever hatred of you and those you love it is to suggest that we play a game of Monopoly.

Indeed, I once strangled a man for suggesting as much; in fact, the only reason he is still alive today is because it was McDonalds Monopoly and he had Chicken McNuggets.

But back to Cards Against Humanity. Need I mention that it is also often filthy and immature and organizes itself in an oddball, nonsense sort of way that is, I suppose, very much akin to this very blog series? Perhaps I think too highly of my own blog. Surly I do. Even so, I’m sure you see its appeal for me.


Of everyone at your party, were you the last to poop? Nice! Then you get to draw the first (black) question card. Everyone else? They each have ten (white) answer cards, and each of them chooses the funniest of those ten. You, dear Lord and sir, choose the funniest of those. The person whose answer card was chosen gets a point. Easy peasy, right?


Yes, this goes without saying. Are any of the cards worse than the Pacman card? Hmm, I’m not sure. What I do know, though, is that of all things we might find Pacman uncontrollably guzzling, what he is guzzling could be worse. It could be. Somehow. Couldn’t it?


Just play the game. Stop what you’re doing a play it. Don’t have it? Well, you can download it for free.

Played it and don’t like it? Then you, friend, are no friend of mine.

Did you miss last week’s entry on TOILET HUMOURCatch up here.

For a full list of all HOT DAMNs, click here.



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