I hate riding in a car with someone and not realizing they have started playing "perdiddle" without me (you know...the game where you see a car with one headlight out and as a reward you get to beat on your buddy). In fact, I usually don't even know the game is afoot until they punch me in the arm. I hate those punching games. I always forget we're playing. I guess I'm bad at that game because I'm not some psycho looking for an excuse to punch my date. Yes, that's right. I have been on dates in the past -- first dates, mind you -- and found myself on the losing end of this game. Sure, go ahead, punch the guy about to buy you dinner. That'll ensure I call you for date #2.
It's just not a good game to play with me because when I get surprised I tend to shout nonsense like "Caterpillars wearing sweaters!"Once on a first date the girl and I were in the car and we approached one of the aforementioned cars with one headlight out. And that was probably the last time she ever started a game of "perdiddle" unannounced. Because apparently I don't know "how to play nicely."
Driving down the road and she just punches me full on. She yelled, "Perdiddle!" and slugged me and at the same time I yelled, "You stupid fat idiot!"
Obviously, I forgot girls don't like to be called "fat."