I get it. I understand loving sports.

Got into hockey just in time for it to kill me through stress.

I quake in terror at what might emerge.

Annnnnd now I’m considering if the game is cursed and that’s why this is all occurring. Though there has been a lack of jungle emergencies so probably not.

Also, I had to stop somewhere regardless of outfit because I happen to be carrying the actual game jumanji with me and I didn’t think there would be somewhere to put it at the dinner table.

When you have to improvise an outfit change before a nice dinner with whatever you left at your parents apartment last time you were there because you locked yourself out of your apartment and asked for your keys to be left in the mailbox forgetting the mailbox key is also with those keys.
Just me?

Wow. Embarrassing. Be a coward like the rest of us.

Fully didn’t order a beer at dinner because I could not for the life of me pronounce the one I wanted’s name and the anxiety of being wrong about it in front of a waiter has never left me in all these years.

We need an animated #FantasyHigh show in the style of #LowerDecks yes? They have the same vibe.