Scrabble Freak

There were three of us there, sitting around the table, eyeing one another suspiciously. Glancing occasionally at our tiles. Glancing occasionally at the board. But mostly eyeing one another suspiciously. What, you might ask, could have caused this serious atmosphere? Scrabble. Yes, thats right, my friend, we were doing the unthinkable. Thinking. About words. Real words, that must be found in my trusty Scrabble Dictionary.

Don't worry, I'm making this up. I don't really have a Scrabble Dictionary. We did play Scrabble, though. And I won. (Well, really I HAD to win; I had 2336 + x points.)

Ok. We didn't really play *Scrabble* Scrabble. Honestly, I really have a problem with the rules in board games, or other games, or other things. I don't like rules. I don't like being confined when I am trying to have fun. And I am not alone in this. That, my friend, is why things like this happen.

We changed it up. Oh boy, did we ever change it up. Yes we did. Oh boy.

Tonight, we decided to forsake all of the former rules of Scrabble and follow one, and only one, simple rule: There are no real words allowed. Every turn, each player formed a word from the letters available to him or her, and created a definition from his or her imagination to match said word. Each word, of course, had to be phonetically logical, as in "phuntera," and not "xxyrle," spells "phuntera."

Here are a few of the disasters (of course, by disasters I mean *moments of sheer brilliance*) which followed.

unirigta: a person who has only one rigta.

sintari: 1. a pornographic video game, or 2. a milk-white pickle that glows in the dark.

nepremeg: a cooking paste made from spam and nuts.

rarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs.

toagrarfasio: cheese made from the milk of dogs AND bulls (as you might guess, VERY rare).

The moral of the story: Scrabble is my favorite game. Not much of a moral, I know.