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...assistants are taken to corporate retreats, where they spend a good deal of their time doing silly activities like making small boats out of cardboard, tape and empty milk cartons. Salesmen are encouraged to tune TVs in their stores to sports events, set up putting greens, throw around Nerf footballs and take in doughnuts or pizza for themselves and the customers...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Managing: Profiting From Fun | 10/13/2003 | See Source »

...focus on writers complaining about the impossibility of finding a decent plumber in their quaint hamlet starts to grate. TIME Asia's editor Karl Taro Greenfeld offers an antidote with his claustrophobic account of a college semester spent in a Parisian loft, gambling his monthly allowance on games of Nerf basketball with a trio of dissolute Americans and an Argentine kleptomaniac. Scoured of romanticism, his story dwells on the conflict that comes with being a resident outsider: a fear of stepping into the unknown combined with the shame that comes from seeking the comfort of your own kind when...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Off the Shelf | 2/24/2003 | See Source »

Each group, which consists of three to six students, is assigned an opposing team to hunt and “kill”—by shooting someone with a dart or nerf...

Author: By Orofisola Fasehun, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Assassins’ Stalk Quincy Residents | 4/26/2002 | See Source »

...Cantwell walked toward his roommate, he says he suddenly felt a Nerf gun on his back. The Untouchables member stood on the street, hoping Cantwell would step onto the sidewalk, where the Assassins rules allowed him to be shot...

Author: By Orofisola Fasehun, CONTRIBUTING WRITER | Title: Assassins’ Stalk Quincy Residents | 4/26/2002 | See Source »

...lips were glossed, my wig was secure and my Nerf-ball breasts were supported underneath the Hooters halter-top I had borrowed from my waitress sister. After the standard introduction—“Live from Fayetteville, Georgia!”—the curtain rose and I flashed my Vaseline-laden teeth and marched confidently in the opening parade, introduced as “Contestant #7, Attila ’da Honey.” For the second year in a row, I was sure the crown was mine for the taking...

Author: By William L. Adams, CRIMSON STAFF WRITER | Title: My Flaming Valentine | 2/14/2002 | See Source »

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