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Goat Poker

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HERE'S a game you can play on a road trip, it's called Goat Poker. There are no rules and you can play for hours and no one ever wins or loses so it's best played with kids between the ages of say 4 and 14. There are a few exceptions to the no rules rule, which are these: NO hitting NO yelling NO spitting and you MUST take turns. If there's a disagreement to be settled, MOM will settle it. Period end of discussion...
dumb looking black and white goat
even dumber looking goats in a tree (wtf!)

SO anyway here's how you play: as you drive along a player might say something like this: "We just passed a black and white goat on my side, I get 20 points." Another player then says "Yes but after we passed the goat we passed a white horse on my side, so not only do I get 20 points but you also have to give me your 20 points which means I get 40 and you get zero." Then a third player chimes in with "We just passed a red car going the other way and I saw it first so I get 200 points." Then the original player fires back "Except, it was followed by one a them semi trucks with CFI on the side so actually what that means is you get negative 200 points." And on and on and on it goes, until everyone gets sick and tired of it and decides to play the license plate game. Or 20 questions...

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