It’s the latest party craze, sweeping the world. Rent your very own orang-utans for an exciting evening of orang-urades.
It has all the frustration and social complexity of a regular game of charades, but none of the confusing book, movie, or TV-show categories.
Okay, one word, three syllables . . . first syllable, starts with … b?
“Bâ€. Banana? Is it banana? It is? Excellent! Wooo!
Team Banana wins again! You suck Team Celery!
New Scientist Story: Orang-utan communication is like charades




















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