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Christmas Ballz.

Well, it is Christmas, i had consumed a large amount of beer and aftershock last night, went to bed at around 4 or 5 i suppose, and was awoken by shrieking madness. some sort of misunderstanding as to whether or not i should be so comfortably sleeping at 9 fucking 30 in the morning.  So hear i sit, stoned, drunk,  extremely tired, sore from work, and a beer pong tournament i am hosting in a few short hours.  i had received perhaps my favorite gift in quite some time today, which Jim Norton’s book  “I Hate Your Guts”. I bought his first book “Happy Ending’s”, and had enjoyed it a lot, although I expected something a little more raw, being familiar with his material, i sort of expect it, but this book seems to be a little bit more of what i was looking for in the first one. regardless it should be an enjoyable read, much like “Too Fat to Fish” by Artie Lang.  you very rarely go wrong reading a comedians publishing’s,  or anything by the good doctor Hunter S. Thompson. i need to get better prepared for beer pong, which means i need to get more drunk. if i play sober, its over, for whatever reason, i throw my best balls when i am drunk, and not buzzed had 6 beers drunk, i mean fucked up no longer makes reasonable sense drunk. usually losing a game is just the thing to get me going, having to drink beers at a rate of 7 per hour gives me that little extra boost, and although i see the cups with very limited visibility, that is the condition in which i will nail cup after cup. when i first found out about beer pong, i absolutely loved it, thought it was the greatest game, i would play by myself when i got home from my second shift suck job. i would fill up all six cups with 2 beers, throw the ball into the cups and drink them as i made my shots. i would drink all of my cup before i shot, and would use little slashes on some paper to record shots taken and balls made. mainly because i would get so shit faced i couldn’t remember if i was actually playing good or not. every once in a while i would only use 1 beer because of the rate i was consuming it, and drinking at a high pace when there is nobody around, and absolutely no cause for celebration, is really something else, and strange, but every time i did it, i kind of felt as if i was cheating, so whether i was done playing or not, i would play another game using two beers. And the philosophy behind this was that you have to play the game while quickly consuming beer, so staying sober is nowhere and option here.  so if you are going to practice, you very well can not do that by filling the cups full of water, it is a completely different game sober, so if i drank twice as much beer as when you actually play, then i would be much better when game times comes, because i would be use to throwing under the condition of completely inebriated. well it turns out, i got good at playing thrashed, and i still suck when im not that drunk.  People hear about beer pong on Christmas, and they get excited. everyone does the whole family thing from morning until dinner, and by the time dinner is over, your ready to go get fucked up, and no exceptions here.  There was a very good turn out for the  Christmas beer pong tourney, and I was amazed to wake up with a clean house, and nothing destroyed, although i have not yet been out to the shed, where the beer pong table is. I would say the night went as planned, not one Christmas fight, although somebody did spill beer into my pipe.  I never got a straight answer out of those fuckers either. After stumbling into the living room to retrieve it, i plugged the carb and blew through the mouth piece, only to have liquid spray all over me. I gave them the business, and they blamed it on freddy, instead of just telling me the dog did it.  In any event, all is well, so seasons greetings, next up New Years.