I've decided that Monopoly is a game best played by other people. I was involved in a seven-way game of it today - instigated by me, under the mistaken belief that holding a degree in a scientific-esque subject would give me an "edge" - and my cousin (who's almost four years younger than me into the bargain) kicked all our arses. Mine moreso than the rest since I was the first one to be declared bankrupt.
Oh how the mighty fall from grace. Not that I was ever in grace. Or had grace. Or whatever the hell you'd do to/with/near grace. Not a girl called Grace, I hasten to add - let's not even think about what (the hell) you'd do to/with/near one of those. This
is a religious festival after all. Besides, I'm innocent and don't even know what an innuendo is. The dictionary definition doesn't help either.
So: Monopoly. That's twice in a row I've been trounced at that game. It's actually probably ten times in a row but I've only played it twice in the last ten years or so (that I can remember anyway) and on both occasions I was battered. Not fair. I'm giving up and concentrating my efforts on something I might actually win at. Something like Snakes & Ladders - you can't be
bad at Snakes & Ladders, can you? It's aaaaaall about luck. Actually, so is Monopoly.
[ Quickly hides and peers through the tall grass to watch the fireworks start after that last little throwaway comment.
]It's almost not Christmas... damn. Ah well, it's still Christmas in other parts of the world... like in California, for example. Hmmmm...
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