In a world governed by the rules of childhood...

Vigorous games of Duck Duck Goose at meetings.

Instead of alcoholism and drug abuse, everybody’s hopped up on Pixie Stix 24-7.

“This can only end in tears” will be literally true.

Manditory afternoon naps, anyone? I’m in!

You have to invite everybody at the office to your birthday party. (On the one hand, bleh! On the other hand, more presents!)

Instead of splitting the check, the decision of who will pay will be made by “Inka-Binka Bottle-of-Inka.”

And let’s not forget the “I know you are, but what am I?” defense.

Routine traffic accidents resolved by driver yelling “You’re IT!” and speeding away.

No doors on closets? What keeps the monsters out :eek:

Right there with the “I’m rubber. You’re glue.” in the law library.

Trials? Seriously? I think we can assume that all conflicts would be settled by who has the biggest brother.

At meetings at work you could “get” your co-workers with the circle game, but then you’d always have to be on the lookout as well. Your eyes never go below anyone’s waist for fear of the circle. :smiley:

No idea what this game is. Though it sounds tough for a leg man like myself.

A “ghost runner” could be used in many situations. Long line at the DMV? No problem. Come back in two hours and go straight to the front, after all, the ghost runner was holding your place.

Pop tarts, soda, and Doritos would be a major food group.

The presidential debates between candidates Adam Sandler and Will Ferrell would be pretty interesting.
Male only clubs would be OK.

I’d join in, but I’m a “FRAIDY_CAT” :smiley:

Jumping up and down “after” would be 100% effective contraception.

Dentists wouldn’t exist, because rotten teeth would fall out and be replaced by new ones.

Only it wouldn’t hurt when they grow in. You get to have fun squirting out juice through the hole, then a new one pops in.

You know those straws that restaurants give you, that are completely straight and don’t bend at all? They wouldn’t exist. The bendy ones make it easier to blow bubbles in your milk anyway.

Or the curly ones that bend around in loops.

But milk? Chocolate maybe. Kool-aid would be an option at every restaurant!

“You want to regress… ‘Oh, I’m sorry, the bank cannot cash your cheque without proper ID. You’ll have to come back tomorrow.’ ‘NO! NO NO NO NO NO!’ And the teller starts to regress: ‘I want you to get out of the baaaaaaaaaaank!’ The manager comes over: ‘Stop this, the two of you, right now.’ And makes you go stand in the corner with your chequebook. ‘Aw, you’re a stupidhead. This is you: nyaaaaaaaah.’” - Elvira Kurt

Two words: Do Over.