Sometimes we like to play a game called “What are the odds.”
It consists of coming up with a dare, usually something stupid or just
embarrassing, and asking someone what the odds are that they would do said thing.
That person says the odds (like 1 in 25) and on the count of three both people
have to say a number in this range (between 1 and 25). If the numbers are the
same, the person who was accepted the dare has to do it. If the two numbers add
up to the odds (like 10 and 15) the person who called the dare has to do it. If
neither happens, the dare ends. It’s only important you know this because it
has resulted in many odd situations the past couple of weeks. Like Gunnar having to
shave his legs. And me having to eat a bouillon cube. And me, since I’m apparently
bad at this game, also having to scream “I’m king of the world” from the ferry.
Titanic style. Here are a few of the moments we captured.
Gunnar's loyal fiancé agreed to help
I had to eat the old, dried and part of the honeycomb
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