My Baptism Into The World Of Raging

This is the story of my first beer second, third, fourth, fifth, and however many I ended up having that night.  Starts out me not even wanting to go (can you believe it me not wanting to go to a party? I know crazy right) to this party that the older soccer team members were having that night.  I was forced by my two best friends to go to sed party that I did not want to attend.  First they convinced my mother to go to a "sleep over" (wow that sounds extremely immature) that the team was having.  We get there and I learn about the game called "beer pong" (may the men that created this game go down in the history books as having the greatest idea in all of drinking)  this game was played all through the night and the people who played it took it as a game of life or death.  After about an hour of everyone drinking i decide to grab a beer from under the pong table first drink tasted like over caffeinated sprite, and I know every girl says that so shut the fuck up.  After about three more I started to feel the effects from the nectar of the gods.  Another three and I was hooked, next thing I know I am dancing in the middle of a middle with a beer in hand (which turns out to be a reoccurring theme in my life as most of you would know).  Turns out I was joined by another idiot dancer who decided to throw a roundhouse-kick from nowhere which lands on my thumb (warning do not I repeat do not throw drunk roundhouse kick while drunk, shit never turns out how you expect it).  And being that this was the first time I was sloshed I concluded that my thumb was broken and it was the end of the world.  Little did I know that a bag of ice and four more beers would fix all of that.  Next came the pass out drunks who were at the party and here is where I came to learn the rule of "don't pass out with your shoes on".  Lucky for me and the rest of the party, someone did haha.  Sharpe marker was our choice of weapon and we used that to draw on the kid, who had a Jew fro, things such as Nazi symbols and "insert penis here" signs.  Overall the night was a complete success and the best party of every party in my own opinion is waking up the next morning getting breakfast and trying to remember the night.
PUSSY WAGON!

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