FabSwingers.com forum: 50 shades of gray drinking game.

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Happened to find a great way to fill the void after reading these books.

Take a shot every time:

The word “hastily” is used.

Christian says, “Miss Steele.”

Ana bites her lip.

Someone “murmurs” something.

“Foil wrapper” is mentioned.

You feel uncomfortable knowing anyone named Christian.

Christian is being a fucking psycho about Ana finishing her food.

Ana thinks of herself as a “goddess.”

Ana has to mention “nerve endings” anytime she gets the slightest bit aroused.

Ana can’t get over the fact that Christian uses body wash and it makes her fucking crazy.

You hope no one is looking over your shoulder.

Ana has to OVER THINK EVERY FUCKING THING, WHICH USUALLY TURNS INTO THREE WHOLE PARAGRAPHS OF NONSENSICAL TURMOIL.

Ana mentions that Christian’s eyes are gray.

You tell yourself you’re going to stop reading in twenty minutes.

You realize you’ve been reading for two hours after you said you’d stop.

Christian is once again being a controlling psycho about not wanting to be touched.

Christian runs his fingers through his “perfectly tousled locks.”

Take two shots every time:

Ana wonders how the fuck Taylor appeared.

Ana thinks “Holy-” anything to herself.

Ana drools over the way Christian’s pants hang off of him (which is pretty fucking strange because EVERYTHING he owns hangs sexily off of his hip bones, which is just NOT normal).

You question yourself and your thoughts on BDSM.

The word “delicious” is used, and not in the context of food.

Christian refers to himself as “50 shades of fucked up.”

Ana personifies her subconscious.

Ana orders tea.

You accept BDSM.

Christian is wearing a white shirt, because we OBVIOUSLY care about what he’s wearing.

You stop reading and realize that this sounds like some freaky fan-fiction story and not actual literature.

You reject BDSM.

Ana calls Christian “Mr. Gray.”

You can relate to Ana.

You can’t relate to Ana. Not in the slightest.

You feel like crying.

(But seriously folks, don’t do it, you’ll drown)