- The John Tyler High School Jenga club again voted 7 to 4 against adopting “I’ll Tumble for Ya” as their anthem.
- Three Christmases ago I bumped my 12-year old niece as she was attempting to pull out her piece. The tower crashed. We won. I haven’t seen her since.
- When my husband was away on a business trip, I took his antique Jenga pieces out to the garage and sanded them into cylinders. Then I left him.
- My grandpa always said that he invented Jenga, but when I asked my grandma, she told me he was just teasing. The next time we played, I told him I was pregnant, but I wasn’t. It scared him a little. I guess two can play that game.
- We named our first son Jenga, but everyone kept saying, Like the guitarist? What? No.
- I used to be part of a human Jenga troupe. There were twenty-five of us, and we’d pile on top of each other at the start of every performance. Mostly people just wanted us fall. That was the best 4 months of my life.
- We couldn’t afford Jenga when I was a kid, so my dad made us his own version with rocks and sticks. He called it Donga, but we only played it once.
- My little sister named all of our Jenga pieces, so it was always traumatic when the tower came down. We tried to counter this by adopting a cat we refused to name. The cat ran away, but we told her it got drafted into the cat marines and it wouldn’t be allowed to write letters. My sister works at Wendy’s.
- One weekend I beat my mom at Jenga 24 times in a row, but I never bragged. I’d just lost my job, and she would have gone there.
- It’s almost impossible to play Dirty Jenga without an erection.
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