The player with the least amount of respect

The player with the least amount of respect goes first, draws one card from the pile, places it in the hand of the player to his/her left. That player then must roll the die.

Saving throw. Deck!

I mean DUCK! Being a Nepalese refuge, I sometimes got my vowels mixed ap. The MardiGras "throws" reigned down on us...beads, doubloons and all because we showed them our

Astrology charts. I then stubbed my toe on the float of MadiGras dancers. Being accident prone isn't easy. I ended up with beads tangled around my neck and found I was gasping for

Oops, I pressed the pound key. The autodestruct sequence on the atmosphere evacuating doomsday device began counting down: Five.

Four, Three, Two, One, "KABOOM!" But there was no kaboom. Only Silvie's tiny shrill little voice, shrieking with delight at the impending explosion that never came. I rammed her to

the wall. I grabbed her and lifted her up. She panicked. "The explosives," she said. "Why didn't they work!?" She started crying. "WERE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME?!" I shouted.

"No, Hon," she explained, "I was just trying to cure your acne the only way I knew how." "With explosives?" I asked, incredulously. "Well, it worked for my cousin Brita. After the

reconstructive surgery, you would never guess that she looked exactly like the philosopher Baruch Spinoza.