Em's Flingo on the celebration of one's birth.
Sorry if this is a cop-out, guys. But it's my birthday and I want to get drunk. Sometime soon, hopefully. So, my assignment to get all you Flingo-ers back flingo-ing: tell me about your BEST birthday party ever.
Mine? Third grade. My mother used to plan the most elaborate "theme" parties back then. This one was, no joke, a "chefs in the kitchen" themed birthday party. All my little girlfriends and I decorated aprons with puff paint, played "name that exotic fruit" (8-year-olds don't really know what a mango looks like), and had popcorn fights. The best part? The pancake game: one player uses a spatula to flip a pancake over their head, while the other stands behind and tries to catch it with a plate. There were pancakes all over my backyard. At some point I think there was a cake, too. Ah, good times.
Ready, set, go.
Sorry if this is a cop-out, guys. But it's my birthday and I want to get drunk. Sometime soon, hopefully. So, my assignment to get all you Flingo-ers back flingo-ing: tell me about your BEST birthday party ever.
Mine? Third grade. My mother used to plan the most elaborate "theme" parties back then. This one was, no joke, a "chefs in the kitchen" themed birthday party. All my little girlfriends and I decorated aprons with puff paint, played "name that exotic fruit" (8-year-olds don't really know what a mango looks like), and had popcorn fights. The best part? The pancake game: one player uses a spatula to flip a pancake over their head, while the other stands behind and tries to catch it with a plate. There were pancakes all over my backyard. At some point I think there was a cake, too. Ah, good times.
Ready, set, go.
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