Pop Machine! May 21, 2008
Posted by Anya in : spontaneous degeneration, smiling is good for you , trackbackTonight at youth group we were supposed to get in groups and act out a machine — group charades, I suppose you could call it, with an assigned area to do our charades in.
My group was rather large. Arika, Mikaylah, Miss Dance, Richard, me, Aubrey, Caleb, and Peter. Also, I wasn’t too sure that group charades were a good idea. I mean, the last time I tried this I was in a group with a bunch of guys (Jordan, Josh K, and Greg, and someone else, if it matters) and we were being a forklift. And as I was the lightest one in the group, I was elected to be the “load”. They dropped me.
Anyway, Aubrey (who is not exactly the shyest girl on earth… I realized this when, after not having been in the US for long at all, she began doing the “Miss Hong Kong” act, leaving me rolling on floor laughing.) was spitting out random suggestions. Finally she says, “Pop machine!” It sounded promising so I told the other people “POP MACHINE!” As we were in a state of great disorder, they all listened.
So, uh, yeah. We were a pop machine.
Peter was chosen to be the pop. First of all, he’s the shortest, and he doesn’t object to doing things like rolling on the floor. Secondly, he was wearing a red shirt, and was thus a perfect Coke.
What I had not foreseen was that as Aubrey takes great delight in tormenting Peter. She was the customer getting the pop. She decided to “open” the pop can. This meant grabbing Peter by the hair and tipping/twisting his head.
We all seemed to find it hilarious.
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