The Junior’s House

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The thing about beer pong is that it’s is so damn pointless. Pointless, because by the time you are done with it, you don’t even realize what you are playing or why you wanna play it. And it’s easy. All you need is a beer pong table. However, don’t go and tell this to some beer pong champion. They take the ‘sport’ very, very seriously.

It happened in one of these parties. I wasn’t the guinea pig in this one. Some random junior from college was forced into holding the party in some place he could find and he had to pay. He complied too. Wow! He just made our… night! We had great chicks all around us. And they were so damn sizzling. Especially the ones with less clothes on. It’s funny how a guy’s brains work. Sometimes I wonder how people fall in love and actually stay stuck in a relationship when there’s so much more fun to be had all around.

It was time to play beer pong. We got hold of this beer pong table. Actually, it wasn’t exactly a beer pong table, but we got it anyway. And we set up camp on top of it. Things were already looking up. We sent the poor kid to get us more beer as we settled down with the beer we had and the game of beer pong.

You know why I love beer pong? I love it because I absolutely suck at all other games. This is easy. And even though I suck in this one as well, nobody stops from playing. I am not fat or anything. Just that I haven’t been blessed with good sporting abilities. And as I realize while I am playing beer pong, I haven’t been blessed with anything else either. And you just need a table which will work as a beer pong table. So no extra preparations.

I had to get back to my hostel. The stupid warden had times before they locked the gates. We didn’t care. She could go to hell. If we went back we wouldn’t get the sight of these girls. Some were already in the mood and showing off what they had. Some of them were awesome! I saw guys picking up girls and moving upstairs. The poor kid pleaded with them. I guess his parents wouldn’t be pleased to know that their home would be full of sex. We didn’t care. I, for a change however, was more interested in staying with this beer pong table, at least for this night. There were just 8 of us playing. All the others were too busy with whatever they needed for their survival. We were piss drunk already. But we kept playing and played beer pong on the beer pong tables until we passed out.

We woke up early morning to find everyone in a rush. The boy’s parents had come back. And as you would expect, they were shocked to see their house stinking of beer and girls, all natural, lying all over the floor. We started off towards the door and I even managed to smile at his parents. My friend even mouthed a ‘thank you’. Me, I waved at the beer pong table. I will totally miss that beer pong table. I miss all the beer pong tables actually. Neat touch I guess for the night of endless fun. It had ended. We just needed another guy to hook us up now.

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