Kick & Jungle

August 19, 2003

Hey, what is it with adult-sized guys on little tiny bikes? I don’t get it.

When we were little, Ginny and I made up a sadistic game called Kick & Jungle. I don’t know why it was called that, as jungling always came before kicking in the game, but whatever. Here’s how it worked:

We would each lie on opposite ends of the couch. In the middle, I’d put the bottoms of my feet against the bottoms of her feet and off we’d go.

Jungling came first. Jungling was basically moving your legs like you were pedaling a bicycle. And then someone would say “kick!” and the kicking began.

The point of the kicking? To kick each other as hard as you could until someone begged for mercy. Then you could go back to jungling.

I’ve been in a really weird mindframe for the last couple of days. I feel loopy, as if I’m on pain pills or something, but I haven’t taken anything stronger than eight Advil. Well, actually two Advil. Is it Advils? I don’t know. Anyway, I’ve also been disoriented and occasionally bumping into walls and stuff. I really don’t know what’s going on there but it’s strange, to say the least.

That’s all for now. I got nothin’.

Filed under: old diaryland entries


  • 1. bahdoo  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    me and tloh used to do that. fun times. you've inspired me to write an entry about a game we used to play. woooo

  • 2. will  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    “That which does not destroy me makes me stronger”
    — Nietzsche

    “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
    — Eleanor Roosevelt

  • 3. will  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Did the bike(s) look something like this;
    … If so, then it was a folding bike, which some people employ because of some space constraint or other.

  • 4. lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    no, no, they're like little-bitty bmx bikes for little kids. and 20-somethings are riding around on them. as far as i know, there's no logical explanation for it, such as space constraints. maybe it's street style. i wouldn't know.

  • 5. Sam  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    dude i read that as “but i haven't taken anything stronger than 8 avrils”

  • 6. Sandy  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Dude, loving me some new layout. That graphic is adorable!

  • 7. mike  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    aahhhhhhh! aaahaahhaahhh! whoa! whew! i mean, shit girl. you gotta wanr a brotha when you're gonna change your design.

  • 8. ChubbyChic  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    oooooooooo pretty. I love it!

  • 9. lorie  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    8 avrils is too much for even the strongest constitution.

  • 10. Alberto  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    lorie, I gotta say, I've always been partial to pink details.

  • 11. alex  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    lorie, who is this will guy? i think he has a crush on you. i' ve been so busy, that i haven' t been able to leave you a bazillion little comments about each entry, so you' ve forgotten about my HUGE and AMAZING crush. damn you, will. damn you and your persistant crushing. i will out crush you. i will.. i will…….

  • 12. will  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    alex, I must abjure. Think of me like Tanzan … Tanzan and Ekido, two Zen monks, were once traveling together down a muddy road. A heavy rain was falling.

    Coming around a bend, they met a lovely girl in a silk kimono and sash, unable to cross a large mud puddle stretching across the road.

    “Come on, girl,” said Tanzan at once. Lifting her in his arms, he carried her over the mud.

    Ekido did not speak again until that night when they reached a lodging temple, then he no longer could restrain himself. “We monks don't go near females”, he told Tanzan, “especially not young, lovely ones. It is dangerous. Why did you do that?”

    “I left the girl there”, said Tanzan. “Are you still carrying her?”

  • 13. alex  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    i' m not sure i can accept your abjuration. so think of me like bing … bing the narcoleptic monkey. bing woke up one day, which was not unusual. what was unusual was that his face was lying in a combination of white powder and dried smegma. confused, he set about finding anyone who would engage him in conversation, and accosting them with belligerence. he also had a huge and amazing penis, which frightened everyone so much, that even the really big people he picked fights of were too scared to beat the living daylights out of him.

  • 14. will  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    Ah, now I understand the context of your “HUGE and AMAZING crush” … “True humor springs not more from the head than from the heart. It is not contempt; its essence is love. It issues not in laughter, but in still smiles, which lie far deeper.
    — Thomas Carlyle 1795-1881, Scottish Philosopher, Author

  • 15. alex  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    i' m a lover, not a hater, will.

  • 16. will  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    I just liked the quote. What emotions *were* you trying to get across with that short piece, or were you just having a rough day?

  • 17. alex  |  January 11, 2005 at 11:32 pm

    you seem to like a lot of quotes, and from what i' ve seen, you have an unfortunate habit of using them out of context to replace any actual thought. cut it the fuck out, it' s annoying.

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