They asked me to join, and when I did, the jock to my left started the game by looking at me, flashing a leery Cheshire grin, and saying: "Orifice."
He had just learned the word in some remedial science class for jocks, and he had made the rather "clever" association between its definition--"a hole or opening, especially in the human body"--and that part of the woman's anatomy that is the object of man's obsession.
The thing is, I thought he said "Orpheus," the legendary Greek poet and prophet. The first thing that came to my mind was Orpheus's wife, who the poet had attempted to rescue from the Underworld.
"Eurydice," I replied.
"Oh my God!" the grunting jock exclaimed. "I can't play this game with a retard!"
I don't know why I was thinking of those two stories today. Maybe it was because of the following Twitter interaction.
I guess that jock on my dorm floor is right. He really was playing the game with a "retard."