An Evening of Risk

I've never been one to turn down a opportunity for humiliation, so when my friend Sarah-the-Game-Shark texted, "wanna play risk tonite?" ("tonite" being Friday night, the eve before the most recent Rapture prediction), I readily agreed.

Intense concentration by all as we set up the board

(Bobby is gray, Sarah is red and yellow,

I'm blue... in more ways than one).

Sarah demonstrates how she will make

Africa her bitch with her camel toe.

"This looks bad."

"Hmmm... perhaps the Middle East should be next to fall."

A few rounds later and...

"VICTORY IS MINE!"