Thought you might find this fun. I think we’ve played this game in CS before. My friends and I entertain ourselves with odd little quizzes every now and then… I started this one off:
Supply a heavily paraphrased version of a (hopefully well known) song’s lyrics, and the rest of us will try to guess the Title/Artist.
Example:
E1. That girl harbours deep feelings of affection towards the person I am addressing. It’s true! It’s true! It’s true! Also, possessing that particular kind of emotional attachment, you are compelled towards happiness.
A: She Loves You, by the Beatles
She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah, And with a love like that, you know you should be glad.
Get it? Cool. Let us begin:
B1: Pardon me, younger brother of Adam & Eric, but to which destination are you transporting that firearm, which you are grasping?
B2: I implore you twice to relay to me immediately, might there be any information which I require?
B3: If it is your desire to have carnal relations in congress with myself, than your primary requirement should be gain acceptance from those to whom I feel a level of mutual trust and affection in a platonic fashion.
B4: Do you not have any desire to depart from the place where you currently are, and instead be in a location where your standard form of nomenclature is commonly held knowledge?
B5: The only purpose in my telephonic communication is to elocute my positively-disposed emotional state, vis-a-vis yourself.
B6: Miniscule spheroids of air, contained within the alcoholic distillation of fermented friut.
B7: Along the boulevard I peer, and see the rapid ambulations of television star Ms. Moore, blonde and with a fruitish mouth.
B8: I am unable to assimilate contemporary current events, I am unable to block my vision thus affecting its departure.
B9: Approach, and sense audio in a tactile manner. Females, oscillate your males.
B10: I dwell on the question of the current location of the kings of the jungle.
And from my friend Tom:
T1: A singular affection, a singular cardiac organ. I recommend a large gathering at which all present will feel content.
T2: Unknown persons at day’s end, trading brief visual assessments of each other.
T3: I am aware of the precise method of speaking quietly; I am aware of the precise method of activating my tear ducts; I am aware of the precise location of solutions and I am aware of the precise method of conveying a falsehood.
T4: At a time of my departure from the upper regions of the specific large rock protuberance on which I currently stand, are you aware of the location to which I will intend to proceed?
T5: I detect the auditory expressions of concerned infants; I observe their development over time; their awareness will greatly exceed mine
And from my friend Todd J:
TJ1: I will slumber, slumber in your new cardiac organ.
TJ2: Females, vehicles, and the battle for global domination between the second and fourth battles for global domination.
TJ3: I’ve seen what lies ahead, infant, and it is felony homicide.
TJ4: Not deceased is the male young person in a cubicle.
TJ5: The female stated that an additional weapon let loose causes others to vocalize loudly.
(there’s an additional ‘theme’ to Todd J’s selections, see if you can guess it)
And from my friend Todd McG:
TMcG1: Collectively, we acknowledge a lack of options, males and females inclusive
TMcG2: First person narrator was expelled into creation for reasons so self-evident they border on the redundant
TMcG3: I have no visual sense of any of you males, collectively, achieving either a literal or figurative match of the sort currently being considered by me
TMcG4: Imperatively you are commanded to remain aware of the existence of the person commanding you, who will, it seems remain solitary though not, apparently, motionless. Though you already knew that, you infant.
TMcG5: While the sun is up collective perspiration happens in the proximity of roadways in the context of a hypothetically dystopian national ideal
(Todd McG has almost completely stumped me so far…)
Feel free to supply your own…
