This is a true story.
I have two brothers and two sisters.
When we were growing up, we used to go on holidays to a particular beach spot.
If it rained, or at the end of a long day, we’d play board games.
My favourite was Pictionary, even though I’m not very good at it – probably because everyone expected my interest in drawing
to carry over into a game that involves drawing stick figures at maximum speed while grunting and stabbing wildly with a pencil.
It didn’t.
My brother Jeff and sister Belle, on the other hand, were really good at it. Too good.
Terrifyingly good.
That is a completely true story, by the way. Turns out it’s not a good idea to let psychics play on the same team.
So we instituted a lifetime ban on Jeff and Belle playing together. This made games significantly longer and much more interesting.
The best part was that sometimes, Jeff and Hugh would play on the same team.
On the day the legend began, Jeff was drawing, and Hugh was guessing.
(In the interests of fairness, I should probably point out that both of my brothers are very clever and absolutely brilliant at many things, including art – but in ways that make them completely incompatible at Pictionary.)
It was one of those cards where one team member draws and the other
guesses, and everyone else on the other teams has to stay quiet.
The timer is flipped.
Jeff begins drawing.
Hugh waits, then makes his first, respectable guess.
Jeff adds the finishing touch.
At this point, everyone has gotten it.
Except Hugh.
By now, some people have literally fallen to the floor laughing. Others have had to leave the room.
Then the time ran out and Jeff became a Super Saiyan.
Unfortunately, not even a Super Saiyan can handle such pure, concentrated idiocy.
And the legend lives on to this very day.
