Jenga [or playing swgt (pronounced swi-jit) and being swft (pronounced swooft)]

One night (yes, it was dark and stormy), I finished writing my English paper and then became bored. So, I decided that I needed a cup of good ole joe from Java Junkies to start my studying for the Algebra test. So I was off, like a shadow, like a comet, like a lithe lemur I made my way in my car. Passing cars here...and THERE!!! Whew, almost hit that oldesmobile...regaining the red apple color to my cheeks and turning on the air conditioner, I raced on...and on...and on. "I must have that Java!!!", said myself, with black eyes of coffee-lust. Into Corinth I sped, slowing ever so slightly to assure no pull-overs from the dread-men-in-blue. I came to the Booneville exit, without slowing an mph I swerved onto Hwy 45. Aha, now it was only moments before my mouth enjoyed the hot sensation of java. The miles rolled by, never seeming to roll fast enough, my foot grew heavier and heavier on the pedal. But no! if I get stopped now, that java will be mine moments later than it should be. So anyway, I made it to Java Junkies, bought my espresso, and began a-studying. About forty-five minutes later, a group of students came in and promptly sat on my sofa as well as the ajoining one (there were not that many to choose from). They began talk of playing monopoly, uno, spades, etc., and I must admit, I was rather intrigued. One of the females engaged me in conversation asking if I was studying for a test or something (I was after all staring blankly at an Algebra book). I replied that I was and she said I must be a good student. So, I continued talking to said female. When they finally decided on a game to play (Solid Wood Tumbling Tower (swgt), an alternate brand of Jenga), they deemed me a worthy candidate to accompany the play. So I did.