The Cheese Rind

You know what I hate? Gay beer pong rules. Which really means gay Beirut rules, but I think I've finally gotten over that. Last night, as David and I dominated the table at an undergrad party, some shithead claimed that on the rebuttal each person gets to shoot until they miss. As opposed to both partners having to make it in on their first shot. Now, I understand that everybody has their own rules for Beirut. And one could argue that that is part of the excitement of playing in different locales. House rules, do have to be given their due respect. Even if they are gayer than my mom 4 years ago. Anyway we dominated, despite having rules made up for us on the fly. The highlight, possibly of my life, was during the 3rd over-time. Having been on an off streak, I made the last cup. At this point I lost my mind and tackled David through a closed door.