Alco-Pong

During the last week Beer Pong fever has gripped the house. It has therefore been a pretty heavy week. But what's not to love? It's essentially darts but with a lot less skill, and the winner makes a friend drink when they don't want to, and the loser gets to drink lovely beer. It's almost like the gods looked at me and designed a sport that I would be devastating at. Plus there is no way I will ever end up on the bench in this sport so thats nice. I have to say that this game took am irresponsible turn on Friday. The resulting 'Cocktail Pong' claimed 4 victims in merciless fashion. None of us have any real memory of the night. David Bradley was brought home by his girlfriend, and then proceeded to throw up on our living room floor, thinking he was outside. Daniel Thompson ate a whole KFC meal, then forgot he had eaten it and got a large Pizza to eat as well. Jack Wrightson walked off on his own, lost everyone and came back and slept on a friends floor round the corner from our house. I went to the casino on my own, spent all the money I had on me and failed at getting more money out. We all came home on our own at different times and I think only half of us had keys. What were we thinking was going to happen when the last drink we had was made up of Vodka, Rum, Gin with Cider as the mixer.