My recent absence is the result of a frantic rush to get my house packed up at least one week before moving day. I can do most things last minute and half arsed, but moving is an art form and I have it perfected. I believe most of my woes so far as packing is concerned is the result of owning too much crap. I believe most of my woes so far as owning too much crap is the result of spending weekends at thrift stores. I can spend an hour or more browsing the rejected goods, walk away with one choice find and buy The Max a toy and it never costs me more than ten bucks.
Yesterday I was suffering cardboard box overload and left the house to visit a nearby Salvation Army. While I carefully picked out a BRAND NEW REI SWEATSHIRT for 2.99 (tags on-thank you very much) Max found himself a game. The game was called, Gassy Gus. Twenty years ago, if I had brought that same game up to my mother, she would have shamed me, for nice young girls DO NOT play with toys that induce gas. Mom always used the word, “toot” because fart was basically a swear word in our home.
I was about to tell my son to put the game back and find some nice toy trucks when I figured I could make a post out of such a strange toy. We all know I have been lacking as of late, so I told him to toss it on the counter and allow the lady with the killer eye glasses chain to ring it up.
There he is. The game is simple. You are dealt cards with foods on them like broccoli and pizza. Each card has a point value and when you play a card you have to pump Gus’ head. Pumping his head fills his stomach with gas. The goal is to get rid of all your cards before you cause Gus to ‘blast gas’. If, on your turn Gus blasts gas, you are required to take two more cards. To make the game interesting there are additional cards called “Belly Blaster Cola”. You can add a cola card to anyone’s turn and they have to add three additional pumps to Gus’ torment.
It’s a game about farting. Fart Fart Fart. (Sorry Mom)
Here’s a video of what Gus sounds like when he blasts gas. And from now on, I am not going to say fart. I will simply ask those who smell like eggs if they are a Gassy Gus.
The Pilver 
Be sure Max asks Grandma to play a game with him when you get to where you’re going.
For sure.
That video was sooo hot. 🙂
Gus thanks you.
Just like the balance of life. See how much you can eat before making a scene. Thanks for sharing.
i must find this for myself. i will be on ebay now!
I agree with Stephanie! With three boys I too will be on ebay looking for my own Gassy Gus!!!!!! And finnally a peek at the ring about time! Although not a very good shot, did I miss a better one?
I hope the next entry is titled Hubert Humphrey
That’ll be the game Max’s kids play that I will disapprove of. How the heck are you doho?
I don’t know what that means.
I’m okay. I haven’t slept in days, my face is broke out from something and I never realized how much paper towels cost when you’re not buying them in year supplies. Now I owe my mom money. It’s like I’m a freshman in high school again, except I literate now and drive a race car.
Can I claim Max on my taxes this year?
If I can claim you on mine.
wait, doho, I just got it. I need your email address….the real one.
I don’t have a real one anymore. What did you get?
Hubert Humphrey.
I guess I just have to talk to you here then….who doesn’t have an email address?
I am laughing so hard right now!!! You are definitely one of the two coolest sisters ever!
LOL! I’m cracking up over here. I HAVE to own one of those things…now.