Monopoly

Me and Euan played Monopoly the other night. That's not a dirty sex position like you're thinking, it's a board game. It was a special version, because it was Star Wars Monopoly (the good star wars, not the three newest ones).

The game started well. Euan kept saying he was winning, because he had the most money. I don't want to make him feel bad with this blog, but Liam was playing and doing better. I say Liam was playing; Liam was playing the wii and occasionally rolling dice. Liam never bought any properties, but he had thousands and thousands of republic credits. We still don't know why, but it was terrifying.

So anyway, picture it. Liam isn't watching what he is doing and Euan is still losing. After about an hour, Dave started sneaking money into Euan's pile (not really a pile) and I stopped charging him when he landed on all of my properties. Basically, he was just rolling a dice and walking round the board. He started playing his PSP and we got annoyed at him, so he put it away. He sat with his arms crossed, getting money handed to him for nothing. He was in debt, upset and wanting to quit, but we wouldn't let him. It was the best day ever.

To make it better, I was Darth Vader and had a total and utter galactic takeover. I was amazing and he was crying and writing poetry. Perfect.